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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 [is] at his left.

Also, when he that is a fool walketh by the way, his wisdom 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.

Also [when] they shall be afraid of [that which is] high, and fears [shall be] in the way, and the almond tree shall flourish, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail: because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets:

Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: 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 remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.

While the king [sitteth] at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth its smell.

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 among the lilies.

Behold his bed, which [is] Solomon's; sixty valiant men [are] about it, of the valiant of Israel.

They all hold swords, [being] 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 with which his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.

Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, [that] its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.

My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door], and my bowels were moved for him.

His head [is as] the most fine gold, his locks [are] bushy, [and] black as a raven.