Study Desk

The light is pleasant, and it is good for the eyes to see the sun.

Indeed, if a man should live many years, let him rejoice in them all, and let him remember the days of darkness, for they will be many. Everything that is to come will be futility.

Rejoice, young man, during your childhood, and let your heart be pleasant during the days of young manhood. And follow the impulses of your heart and the desires of your eyes. Yet know that God will bring you to judgment for all these things.

Furthermore, men are afraid of a high place and of terrors on the road; the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper drags himself along, and the caperberry is ineffective. For man goes to his eternal home while mourners go about in the street.

For God will bring every act to judgment, everything which is hidden, whether it is good or evil.

"May he kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is better than wine.

"Do not stare at me because I am swarthy, For the sun has burned me. My mother's sons were angry with me; They made me caretaker of the vineyards, But I have not taken care of my own vineyard.

"Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, Where do you pasture your flock, Where do you make it lie down at noon? For why should I be like one who veils herself Beside the flocks of your companions?"

"We will make for you ornaments of gold With beads of silver."

'For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone.

'The flowers have already appeared in the land; The time has arrived for pruning the vines, And the voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.

"O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the secret place of the steep pathway, Let me see your form, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, And your form is lovely."

"Catch the foxes for us, The little foxes that are ruining the vineyards, While our vineyards are in blossom."

"King Solomon has made for himself a sedan chair From the timber of Lebanon.

"I was asleep but my heart was awake. A voice! My beloved was knocking: 'Open to me, my sister, my darling, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the damp of the night.'

"My beloved extended his hand through the opening, And my feelings were aroused for him.

"I opened to my beloved, But my beloved had turned away and had gone! My heart went out to him as he spoke. I searched for him but I did not find him; I called him but he did not answer me.

"I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, As to what you will tell him: For I am lovesick."

"Turn your eyes away from me, For they have confused me; Your hair is like a flock of goats That have descended from Gilead.

And your mouth like the best wine!" "It goes down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing gently through the lips of those who fall asleep.