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Better is wisdom, than weapons of war, - but, one sinner, may destroy much good.

The sense of the wise, is on his right hand, - But, the sense of the dullard, on his left:

If, blunt, be the iron, and, himself, hath not sharpened, the edge, then, much force, must he apply, - but, an advantage for giving success, is wisdom.

The words of a wise man's mouth, are pleasant, - but, the lips of a dullard, will swallow him up:

The beginning of the words of his mouth, is folly, - but, the latter end of his speech, is mischievous madness.

Merrily people make bread, and, wine, gladdeneth life, - but, money, answereth all things.

But, though, many years, a man live, through them all, let him rejoice; yet let him remember the days of darkness, for many they may be, all that cometh, may be vanity.

SHESwarthy, I am but comely, ye daughters of Jerusalem. THEYLike the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.

SHEUpon my couch, in the night-time, sought I the beloved of my soul, - I sought him, but found him not.

Come! I must arise, and go about in the city, In the paths and in the broadways, I must seek the beloved of my soul, - I sought him, but found him not.

SHEI, was sleeping, but, my heart, was awake, - The voice of my beloved - knocking! Open to me, my sister, my fair one, my dove, my perfect one, for, my head, is filled with dew, my locks, with the moisture of the night.

I myself, opened to my beloved, but, my beloved, had turned away, had passed on, - My soul, had gone out when he spake, I sought him, but found him not, I called him, but he answered not.

If, a wall, she is, we will build upon it a battlement of silver, - but if, a door, she is, we will close it up with a plank of cedar.

But, if ye refuse and rebel, With the sword, shall ye be devoured, For, the mouth of Yahweh, hath spoken it.

How hath she become unchaste! - The city that was Faithful, - Full of justice, Righteousness lodged in her, But, now, murderers!

But it shall come to pass, in the afterpart of the days, That the mountain of the house of Yahweh Shall be, set up, as the head of the mountains, And be exalted above the hills, - And all the nations, shall stream thereunto;

Cease ye from the son of earth, In whose nostrils is but a breath, - For wherein to be reckoned upon, is he?

Yahweh, into judgment, will enter, With the elders of his people And their princes, - But ye, have consumed the vineyard, That which hath been robbed from the oppressed, is in your houses.

And I will make it a waste; - It shall be neither pruned nor hoed, But there shall come up briars and thorns, - And upon the clouds, will I lay a charge, That they rain thereon no rain.

Surely the vineyard of Yahweh of hosts, is the house of Israel, And, the men of Judah, are the plantation in which he dearly delighted, - And he waited, For equity but lo! murderous iniquity, For the rule of right but lo the cry of the wronged.