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For laughter they make bread, and wine that the living may feast: and all things obey money.

Cast thy bread upon the running waters: for after a long time thou shalt find it again.

Give a portion to seven, and also to eight: for thou knowest not what evil shall be upon the earth.

In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening let not thy hand cease: for thou knowest not which may rather spring up, this or that: and if both together, it shall be the better.

The light is sweet, and it is delightful for the eyes to see the sun.

Rejoice therefore, O young man, in thy youth, and let thy heart be in that which is good in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thy heart, and in the sight of thy eyes: and know that for all these God will bring thee into judgment.

Remove anger from thy heart, and put away evil from thy flesh. For youth and pleasure are vain.

Let us all hear together the conclusion of the discourse. Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is all man:

And all things that are done, God will bring into judgment for every error, whether it be good or evil.

Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine,

For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.

My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.

Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.

The pillars thereof he made of silver, the seat of gold, the going up of purple: the midst he covered with charity for the daughters of Jerusalem.

I sleep, and my heart watcheth: the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights.

(6-4) Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.

(6-11) I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.

Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.

The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.

Who shall give thee to me for my brother, sucking the breasts of my mother, that I may find thee without, and kiss thee, and now no man may despise me?