The XVIII. Chapter.
HE that lyueth for euermore, made all [ A] thinges together.* 1.1 God onely is righ∣teous, & remayneth a victorious kyn∣ge for euer.* 1.2 Who shalbe able to expresse the workes of him? Who hath sought out the grounde of his noble actes? Who shal decla¦re the power of his greatnesse? Or, who will take vpon him to tell out his mercy? As for the wonderous workes of ye LORDE, there maye nothinge be taken from them, nothin∣ge maye be put vnto them, nether maye the grounde of them be founde out. But whan a man hath done his best, he must begynne agayne: and whan he thinketh to be come to an ende, he must go agayne to his laboure. What is man? Wherto is he worth? What good or euell can he do?* 1.3 Yf the nombre of a mans dayes be allmost an hundreth yeare, it is moch.
Like as the droppes of rayne are vnto ye [ B] see, and as a grauell stone is in comparison of the sonde:* 1.4 so are these few yeares to the dayes euerlastinge. Therfore is ye LORDE pacient with them, and poureth out his mer¦cy vpon them. He sawe and perceaued the thoughtes and ymaginacions of their har¦te, that they were euell: therfore heaped he vp his mercifull goodnes vpon them, and shewed them the waie of righteousnes. The mercy that a mā hath, reacheth to his negh¦boure: but ye mercy of God is vpon all flesh. He chasteneth, he teacheth and nourtureth: yee euen as a shepherde turneth agayne his flock, so doth he all them that receaue chas∣tenynge, nurtoure and doctryne. Mercifull is he vnto them,* 1.5 that stonde in awe of his iudgmentes.
My sonne, whan thou doest good, make [ C] no grudginge at it: and what so euer thou geuest, speake no discomfortable wordes. Shal not the dew coole the heate? Euen so is a worde better then a gift. Is not a frend¦ly worde a good honest gift?* 1.6 but a gracious man geueth them both. A foole shal cast a man in the tethe, and that roughly,* 1.7 & a gift of the nygarde putteth out ye eyes. Get the