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Proverbs 20:6

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Many a man proclaims his own loyalty, but a faithful man who can find?

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Help, Lord; for there is no longer any that is godly; for the faithful have vanished from among the sons of men.

“Thus, when you give alms, sound no trumpet before you, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may be praised by men. Truly, I say to you, they have received their reward.

I tell you, he will vindicate them speedily. Nevertheless, when the Son of man comes, will he find faith on earth?”

And he said to him, “Lord, I am ready to go with you to prison and to death.”

The Pharisee stood and prayed thus with himself, ‘God, I thank thee that I am not like other men, extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even like this tax collector.

Let another praise you, and not your own mouth; a stranger, and not your own lips.

Like clouds and wind without rain is a man who boasts of a gift he does not give.

Run to and fro through the streets of Jerusalem, look and take note! Search her squares to see if you can find a man, one who does justice and seeks truth; that I may pardon her.

I have been a fool! You forced me to it, for I ought to have been commended by you. For I was not at all inferior to these superlative apostles, even though I am nothing.

Jesus saw Nathana-el coming to him, and said of him, “Behold, an Israelite indeed, in whom is no guile!”

And Peter said, “Lo, we have left our homes and followed you.”

The godly man has perished from the earth, and there is none upright among men; they all lie in wait for blood, and each hunts his brother with a net.

which my mind has sought repeatedly, but I have not found. One man among a thousand I found, but a woman among all these I have not found.

The purpose in a man's mind is like deep water, but a man of understanding will draw it out.

Every one utters lies to his neighbor; with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.

Woe is me! For I have become as when the summer fruit has been gathered, as when the vintage has been gleaned: there is no cluster to eat, no first-ripe fig which my soul desires.




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