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In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening let not thine hand be slack: for thou knowest not what sort shall prosper, whether this or that, or whether both shall be good alike.

Moreover the light is sweet, and it is good for the eyes to see the sun.

For even if a man should live many years, and rejoice in them all; yet let him remember the days of darkness; for they shall be many. All that comes is vanity.

Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thy heart blameless, but not in the sight of thine eyes: yet know that for all these things God will bring thee into judgement.

Therefore remove sorrow from thy heart, and put away evil from thy flesh: for youth and folly are vanity.

Hear the end of the matter, the sun: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole man.

For God will bring every work into judgment, with everything that has been overlooked, whether it be good, or whether it be evil.

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

They have drawn thee: we will run after thee, for the smell of thine ointments: the king has brought me into closet: let us rejoice and be glad in thee; we will love thy breasts more than wine: righteousness loves thee.

Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I am wounded with love.

For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.

Thou art my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: shew me thy face, and cause me to hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is beautiful.

Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.

He made the pillars of it silver, the bottom of it gold, the covering of it scarlet, in the midst of it a pavement of love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.

Thy neck is as the tower of David, that was built for an armoury: a thousand shields hang upon it, and all darts of mighty men.

I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, and my belly moved for him.

Turn away thine eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: thy hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.

The mandrakes have given a smell, and at our doors are all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept them for thee.

Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm; for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave, her shafts are shafts of fire, even the flames thereof.