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For the living know that they shall die: but the dead don't know anything, neither have they a reward anymore; for the memory of them is forgotten.

I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favor to men of skill; but time and chance happens to them all.

Wisdom is better than weapons of war; but one sinner destroys much good.

A wise man's heart is at his right hand; but a fool's heart is at his left.

If the iron is blunt, and one does not whet the edge, then he must use more strength: but wisdom is profitable to direct.

The words of a wise man's mouth are gracious; but the lips of a fool will swallow up himself.

Yes, if man lives many years, let him rejoice in them all; but let him remember the days of darkness, for they shall be many. All that comes is vanity.

Rejoice, O young man, in your youth, and let your heart cheer you in the days of your youth, and walk in the ways of your heart, and in the sight of your eyes; but know, that for all these things God will bring you into judgment.

I am black, but comely, Oh you daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.

Don't look on me, because I am swarthy, Because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were incensed against me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; [But] my own vineyard I have not kept.

By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I did not find him.

[I said], I will rise now, and go about the city; In the streets and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I did not find him.

It was but a little while that I passed from them, When I found him whom my soul loves: I held him, and would not let him go, Until I had brought him into my mother's house, And into the chamber of her that became pregnant with me.

I was asleep, but my heart awoke: It is the voice of my beloved that knocks, [saying], Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.

I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, [and] was gone. My soul had failed me when he spoke: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

My dove, my undefiled, is [but] one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; [Yes], the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

The ox knows his owner, and the donkey his master's crib; [but] Israel does not know, my people do not consider.

From the sole of the foot even to the head there is no soundness in it; [but] wounds, and bruises, and fresh stripes: they haven't been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with oil.

but if you refuse and rebel, you shall be devoured with the sword; for the mouth of Yahweh has spoken it.

How has the faithful city become a prostitute! she that was full of justice! righteousness lodged in her, but now murderers.