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Their hands, but they handle not, Their feet, and they walk not;

I do not die, but live, And recount the works of Jah,

But with Thee [is] forgiveness, that Thou mayest be feared.

But to Thee, O Jehovah, my Lord, [are] mine eyes, In Thee I have trusted, Make not bare my soul.

A fool delighteth not in understanding, But -- in uncovering his heart.

To do justice [is] joy to the righteous, But ruin to workers of iniquity.

Let not thy heart be envious at sinners, But -- in the fear of Jehovah all the day.

A generation -- pure in their own eyes, But from their own filth not washed.

And I turned to see wisdom, and madness, and folly, but what [is] the man who cometh after the king? that which [is] already -- they have done it!

For if they fall, the one raiseth up his companion, but wo to the one who falleth and there is not a second to raise him up!

Also, if two lie down, then they have heat, but how hath one heat?

For, in the abundance of dreams both vanities and words abound; but fear thou God.

A man to whom God giveth wealth, and riches, and honour, and there is no lack to his soul of all that he desireth, and God giveth him not power to eat of it, but a stranger eateth it; this [is] vanity, and it [is] an evil disease.

And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart [is] nets and snares, her hands [are] bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.

But all this I have laid unto my heart, so as to clear up the whole of this, that the righteous and the wise, and their works, [are] in the hand of God, neither love nor hatred doth man know, the whole [is] before them.

But [to] him who is joined unto all the living there is confidence, for to a living dog it [is] better than to the dead lion.

But, if man liveth many years, In all of them let him rejoice, And remember the days of darkness, For they are many! all that is coming [is] vanity.

But a little I passed on from them, Till I found him whom my soul hath loved! I seized him, and let him not go, Till I brought him in unto the house of my mother -- And the chamber of her that conceived me.

I am sleeping, but my heart waketh: The sound of my beloved knocking! `Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled [with] dew, My locks [with] drops of the night.'

I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew -- he passed on, My soul went forth when he spake, I sought him, and found him not. I called him, and he answered me not.