Study Desk

Furthermore, in your bedroom do not curse a king, and in your sleeping rooms do not curse a rich person; for a bird of the sky will bring the sound, and the winged one will make your word known.

If the clouds are full, they pour out rain on the earth; and whether a tree falls toward the south or toward the north, wherever the tree falls, there it lies.

Indeed, if a person lives many years, let him rejoice in them all; but let him remember the days of darkness, for they will be many. Everything that is to come will be futility.

Furthermore, people are afraid of a high place and of terrors on the road; the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper drags itself along, and the caper berry is ineffective. For man goes to his eternal home while the mourners move around in the street.

"Your oils have a pleasing fragrance, Your name is like purified oil; Therefore the young women love you.

"My beloved is to me a pouch of myrrh Which lies all night between my breasts.

"My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms In the vineyards of Engedi."

"Like a lily among the thorns, So is my darling among the young women."

"My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he is standing behind our wall, He is looking through the windows, He is peering through the lattice.

"Until the cool of the day, when the shadows flee, Turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle Or a young stag on the mountains of Bether."

"King Solomon has made for himself a sedan chair From the timber of Lebanon.

"How beautiful you are, my darling, How beautiful you are! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil; Your hair is like a flock of goats That have descended from Mount Gilead.

"Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep Which have come up from their watering place, All of which bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young.

"Your lips are like a scarlet thread, And your mouth is beautiful. Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate Behind your veil.

"Your neck is like the tower of David, Built with layers of stones On which are hung a thousand shields, All the round shields of the warriors.

"Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle That graze among the lilies.

"You have enchanted my heart, my sister, my bride; You have enchanted my heart with a single glance of your eyes, With a single strand of your necklace.

"A locked garden is my sister, my bride, A locked spring, a sealed fountain.

"You are a garden spring, A well of fresh water, And flowing streams from Lebanon."

"I was asleep but my heart was awake. A voice! My beloved was knocking: 'Open to me, my sister, my darling, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the dew drops of the night.'