TSK · Proverbs 21:10

He ymagineth myschefe vpon his bedde, he will come in no good waye, ner refuse the thinge that is euell.

Thy tonge ymagineth wickednesse, and with lyes it cutteth like a sharpe rasoure.

He hath sparsed abrode, & geue to the poore, his rightuousnes remayneth for euer, his horne shalbe exalted wt honor.

The desyre of ye vngodly hunteth after myschefe, but the rote of the righteous bryngeth forth frute.

But the churle wil be churlishly mynded, and his hert wil worke euell and playe the ypocrite, and ymagyn abhominacios agaynst God, to make the hungrie leane, and to withholde drinke from the thurstie:

that defyleth the man. For from within out of the hert of man proceade euell thoughtes, aduoutrye, whordome, murthur,

For ther shalbe iudgement merciles to him that sheweth no mercy, & mercy reioiseth against iudgment.

Beholde, the hyre of the labourers which haue reped downe youre feldes (which hyer is of you kept backe by fraude) cryeth: and the cryes of the which haue reped, are entred in to the eares of the LORDE Sabaoth.