Study Desk

For look! The winter is over; the rainy season has turned and gone away.

My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secluded place in the mountain, Let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.

Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes destroying vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom!

King Solomon made for himself a sedan chair from the wood of Lebanon.

I was asleep but my heart was awake. A sound! My beloved knocking! "Open to me, my sister, my beloved, my dove, my perfect one! For my head is full of dew, my hair drenched from the moist night air."

My beloved thrust his hand into the opening, and my inmost yearned for him.

Turn away your eyes from before me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of the goats that moves down from Gilead.

Your palate is like the best wine that goes down for my beloved, smoothly gliding over my lips and teeth.

The mandrakes give off their fragrance, and over our doorway is every kind of delicious fruit; both fresh and dried fruit I have stored up for you, O my beloved.

Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death; passion is fierce as Sheol; its flashes are flashes of fire; it is a blazing flame.

Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If a man were to give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.

We have a little sister, and she does not yet have any breasts. What should we do for our sister on the day when she is betrothed?

Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he entrusted his vineyard to the keepers; people paid a thousand silver pieces for its fruit.

My own "vineyard" belongs to me; the "thousand" are for you, O Solomon, and "two hundred" for those who tend its fruit.

Hear, heavens, and listen, earth, for Yahweh has spoken: "I reared children and I brought them up, but they rebelled against me.

Your country is desolate, your cities are burned with fire; As for your land, aliens are devouring it in your presence, and it is desolate, like devastation by foreigners.

When you come to appear before me, who asked for this from your hand: you trampling my courts?

Learn to do good! Seek justice! Rescue the oppressed! Defend the orphan! Plead for the widow!

But if you refuse and you rebel, you shall be devoured by the sword. For the mouth of Yahweh has spoken."

For you will be ashamed of the oaks in which you delighted, and you will be disgraced because of the gardens that you have chosen.