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Give a portion to seven, yes, even to eight; For you don't know what evil will be on the eretz.

In the morning sow your seed, And in the evening don't withhold your hand; For you don't know which will prosper, whether this or that, Or whether they both will be equally good.

Truly the light is sweet, And a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to see the sun.

Yes, if a man lives many years, let him rejoice in them all; But let him remember the days of darkness, for they shall be many. All that comes is vanity.

Rejoice, young man, in your youth, And let your heart cheer you in the days of your youth, And walk in the ways of your heart, And in the sight of your eyes; But know that for all these things God will bring you into judgment.

Therefore remove sorrow from your heart, And put away evil from your flesh; For youth and the dawn of life are vanity.

This is the end of the matter. All has been heard. Fear God, and keep his mitzvot; for this is the whole duty of man.

For God will bring every work into judgment, with every hidden thing, whether it is good, or whether it is evil.

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For your love is better than wine.

Tell me, you whom my soul loves, Where you graze your flock, Where you rest them at noon; For why should I be as one who is veiled Beside the flocks of your companions? Lover

Strengthen me with raisins, Refresh me with apples; For I am faint with love.

For, behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.

Catch for us the foxes, The little foxes that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom. Beloved

Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand shields, All the shields of the mighty men.

I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My hair with the dampness of the night.

My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.

I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, My fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the lock.

I opened to my beloved; But my beloved left; gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn't find him. I called him, but he didn't answer.

Turn away your eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gil`ad.