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For even man knoweth not his time; as fish that are taken hold of by an evil net, and as birds that are taken hold of by a snare, like these [are] the sons of man snared at an evil time, when it falleth upon them suddenly.

and there hath been found in it a poor wise man, and he hath delivered the city by his wisdom, and men have not remembered that poor man!

And I said, `Better [is] wisdom than might, and the wisdom of the poor is despised, and his words are not heard.' --

The heart of the wise [is] at his right hand, And the heart of a fool at his left.

And also, when he that is a fool Is walking in the way, his heart is lacking, And he hath said to every one, `He [is] a fool.'

The beginning of the words of his mouth [is] folly, And the latter end of his mouth [Is] mischievous madness.

Also of that which is high they are afraid, And of the low places in the way, And the almond-tree is despised, And the grasshopper is become a burden, And want is increased, For man is going unto his home age-during, And the mourners have gone round through the street.

The end of the whole matter let us hear: -- `Fear God, and keep His commands, for this [is] the whole of man.

Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better [are] thy loves than wine.

Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!

While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.

As a citron among trees of the forest, So [is] my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit [is] sweet to my palate.

He hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me [is] love,

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

My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his, Who is delighting among the lilies,

Lo, his couch, that [is] Solomon's, Sixty mighty ones [are] around it, Of the mighty of Israel,

All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.

Go forth, and look, ye daughters of Zion, On king Solomon, with the crown, With which his mother crowned him, In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the joy of his heart!

Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits!

My beloved sent his hand from the net-work, And my bowels were moved for him.