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But there was found in it a poor wise man, and he saved the city by his wisdom. Yet no one remembered that poor man.

So I said, "Wisdom is better than strength." But the wisdom of the poor man is despised, and his words are ignored.

Even when the fool walks along the road, his sense is lacking, and he demonstrates to everyone that he is a fool.

the beginning of his talking is foolishness, and the end of it is evil insanity.

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.

The conclusion, when everything has been heard, is: fear God and keep His commandments, because this applies to every person.

"May he kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is sweeter than wine.

"Draw me after you and let's run together! The king has brought me into his chambers." The Chorus "We will rejoice in you and be joyful; We will praise your love more than wine. Rightly do they love you."

"While the king was at his table, My perfume gave forth its fragrance.

"Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, So is my beloved among the young men. In his shade I took great delight and sat down, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.

"He has brought me to his banquet hall, And his banner over me is love.

"His left hand is under my head, And his right hand embraces me."

"My beloved is mine, and I am his; He pastures his flock among the lilies.

"All of them are wielders of the sword, Expert in war; Each man has his sword at his side, Guarding against the terrors of the night.

"Go out, you daughters of Zion, And look at King Solomon with the crown With which his mother has crowned him On the day of his wedding, And on the day of the joy of his heart."

"Awake, north wind, And come, wind of the south; Make my garden breathe out fragrance, May its balsam oils flow. May my beloved come into his garden And eat its delicious fruits!"

"My beloved extended his hand through the opening, And my feelings were stirred for him.

"His head is like gold, pure gold; His locks are like clusters of dates And black as a raven.

"His eyes are like doves Beside streams of water, Bathed in milk, And perched in their setting.

"His cheeks are like a bed of balsam, Banks of herbal spices; His lips are lilies Dripping with drops of myrrh.