Numbers 24:10 Cross References - Matthew

¹⁰ And Balac was wroth wyth Balam and smote hys hands togyther, & sayd vnto him: I sent for the to curse myne enemies: and behold, thou hast blessed them thys thre times

⁶ Come nowe a feloweshyp and curse me thys people. For they are to myghty for me, so peraduenture I might be able to smite them & to dryue them out of the Land. For I wot that whom thou blessest shalbe blessed, and whom thou cursest shalbe cursed.

¹¹ beholde ther is a people come out of Egypt and couereth the face of the earth: come nowe therefore and curse me them, that so peraduenture I maye be able to ouercome them in battell, & to driue them oute.

¹⁷ for I wyll greately promote the vnto greate honour. and wyl do whatsoeuer thou sayeste vnto me, come therefore I praye the curse me thys peole.

¹¹ And Balac sayed vnto Balam, what haste thou done vnto me? I fette the to curse myne enemies: and behold, thou blessest them.

⁴ because they met you not wyth bread and water in the waye when ye came out of Egypt, & because they hyred agenst the Balaam the sonne of Beor the interpreter of Mesopotamia, to curse the. ⁵ Neuerthelesse the Lorde thy God wolde not herken vnto Balaam, but turned the curse to a blessing vnto the, because the Lorde thy God loued the.

⁹ Then Balak the sonne of Ziphor, Kynge of Moab arose and warred agaynste Israell and sent & called Balam the sonne of Beor for to cursse you. ¹⁰ But I wold not agre to herken vnto Balam, and therfore he blessed you: And I delyuered you out of hys hande.

² because they met not the chyldren of Israel with bread and water, and hyred Balaam agaynste them, that he shulde curse them: neuerthelesse oure GOD turned the curse into a blessynge.

²³ Then clappe men their handes at him, yea and yeast of him, when they loke vpon his place.

¹⁴ Prophecy thou sonne of man, & smite thine handes together: make the swerd two edged, yea make it thre edged, that manslayers swerde, that swerde of the greate slaughter, whiche shall smyte them, euen in their preuichambres,

¹⁷ I wyll smyte my handes together also, & satisfye my wrothful indignacion. Euen I the Lorde haue sayde it.

¹³ Beholde, I haue smitten my handes vpon thy couetousnesse, that thou hast vsed, and vpon the bloude whyche hath bene shed in the.