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but it shall not be well with the wicked, neither shall he prolong his days, which are as a shadow; because he feareth not before God.

Then I commended mirth, because a man hath no better thing under the sun, than to eat, and to drink, and to be joyful: for that shall abide with him in his labor all the days of his life which God hath given him under the sun.

When I applied my heart to know wisdom, and to see the business that is done upon the earth (for also there is that neither day nor night seeth sleep with his eyes),

For man also knoweth not his time: as the fishes that are taken in an evil net, and as the birds that are caught in the snare, even so are the sons of men snared in an evil time, when it falleth suddenly upon them.

Now there was found in it a poor wise man, and he by his wisdom delivered the city; yet no man remembered that same poor man.

Then said I, Wisdom is better than strength: nevertheless the poor man's wisdom is despised, and his words are not heard.

A wise man's heart is at his right hand; but a fool's heart at his left.

Yea also, when the fool walketh by the way, his understanding faileth him, and he saith to every one that he is a fool.

The beginning of the words of his mouth is foolishness; and the end of his talk is mischievous madness.

yea, they shall be afraid of that which is high, and terrors shall be in the way; and the almond-tree shall blossom, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail; because man goeth to his everlasting home, and the mourners go about the streets:

This is the end of the matter; all hath been heard: Fear God, and keep his commandments; for this is the whole duty of man.

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

Draw me; we will run after thee: The king hath brought me into his chambers; We will be glad and rejoice in thee; We will make mention of thy love more than of wine: Rightly do they love thee.

While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.

As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.

He brought me to the banqueting-house, And his banner over me was love.

His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.

My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feedeth his flock among the lilies.

They all handle the sword, and are expert in war: Every man hath his sword upon his thigh, Because of fear in the night.

Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon, With the crown wherewith his mother hath crowned him In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the gladness of his heart.