Proverbs 15:8 Cross References - Great

⁸ The Lord abhorreth the sacrifyce of the vngodly, but the prayer of the ryghteous is acceptable vnto hym.

¹⁷ (I wote also my God) that thou tryest the hertes, and hast pleasure in vnfaynednesse. And in the unfaynednesse of myne herte. I haue willinglye offred all these thinges. And nowe haue I sene thy people which are founde here, to offer vnto the willyngly and wyth gladnesse.

¹ A prayer of Dauid. Heare the right, O Lorde, consydre my complaynte, & herken vnto my prayer, that goeth not out of fayned lyppes.

²⁹ The Lorde is farre from the vngodly, but he heareth the prayer of the ryghteous.

²⁷ The sacrifyce of the vngodly is abhominacyon: howe moche more when they offre the thynge that is gotten with wyckednesse?

⁹ He that turneth awaye hys eare from hearing the lawe, hys prayer shalbe abhominable.

¹ When thou commest into the house of God, kepe thy fote & draw nye that God which is at hande may heare: that thou gyue not the offeringes of fooles, for they knowe nowght, but to do euell.

¹⁴ (O my doue) out of the caues of the rockes, out of the holes of the wall: O let me se thy countenaunce and heare thy voyce for swete is thy voyce, and fayre is thy face.

¹⁰ Heare the worde of the lorde ye Lordes of Sodoma: & herken vnto the lawe of our God, thou people of Gomorra. ¹¹ Why offre ye so many sacrifices vnto me saith Lorde? I am full of the brentoffrynges of wethers, and of the fatnesse of fedbeastes. I haue no pleasure in the bloud of bullokes, lambes and goates. ¹² When ye come to apeare before me, who requireth this of you to treade within my porches? ¹³ Therfore offre me no mo oblacions, for it is but lost laboure. Incense is an abhominable thinge vnto me. I Maye not awaye with youre newe moones, your Sabbathes & gatheringe togyther at the solempne dayes. ¹⁴ I hate your newe mone dayes & solempne feastes, euen fro my very hert. I can not awaye wt suche vanitie & holdinge in of the people. ¹⁵ They lye vpon me as a burthen, and I am wery of beringe them. Whan ye holde out your handes, I will turne myne eyes from you. And though ye make many prayers, yet wil I heare nothynge at all, seyng your handes are ful of bloude.

⁸ For I the Lorde, which loue ryght and hate robbery (though it were offred me) shall make theyr workes full of faythfulnes & make an euerlastinge couenaunt with them.

³ For who so slayeth an oxe for me, doth me so greate dishonoure, as he that kylleth a man. He that kylleth a shepe for me, knetcheth a dogge. He that bryngeth me meatoffrynges, offreth swynes bloude: Who so maketh me a memoryall of incense, prayseth the thynge that is vnryght. Yet take they soch wayes in hande, and their soule delyteth in these abhominacyons.

²⁰ Wherfore, bryng ye me incense from Saba, & swete smellyng Calamus from farre countrees? Your burnt offerynges dysplease me, & I reioyce not in your sacrifyces.

²¹ Thus sayeth the Lorde of Hostes the God of Israel: Heape vp your burnt offrynges wyth your sacrifyces, and eate the fleshe. ²² For when I brought youre fathers out of Egypt, I spake no worde vnto them of burnt offrynges & sacryfyces: ²³ but this I commaunded them, sayinge: herken & obeye my voyce, and I shalbe youre God, and ye shall be my people: so that ye walcke in all the wayes, whych I haue commaunded you, that ye maye prospere.

²¹ I hate and abhorre your holy dayes, & where as ye cense me when ye come together, I wyll not accepte it. ²² And though ye offre me brent offrynges and meat offrynges, yet haue I no pleasure therin. As for your fat thanckofferynges. I wyll not loke vpon them:

²⁴ God is a sprete: and they that worshyppe hym, must worshyppe hym in sprete and in the treuth.