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WHO is like the wise man? And who knows the interpretation of a thing? A mans wisdom makes his face to shine, but he who is impudent shall be hated.

But it shall not be well with the wicked, neither shall he prolong his days, which are like a shadow; because he does not fear before God.

For the living know that they shall die; but the dead know not anything, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten.

For man knows not his time; but as fish that are taken in a treacherous net and as birds that are caught in the snares, so are the sons of men snared in an evil time when it falls suddenly upon them.

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

A wise mans heart thinks rightly; but a fools heart thinks wrongly.

The words of a wise mans mouth are gracious; but the lips of a fool will ruin him.

Bread and wine are made for joy, and oil makes life merry; but money brings one low and causes him to go astray in all things.

Truly light is sweet, and it is a pleasant thing for the eyes; but much more to those who see the sun.

Rejoice, O young man, in your youth; and it shall be well with you; and walk in the ways of your heart, and in the sight of your eyes; but know that for all these things the LORD will bring you into judgment.

I have dark skin, but I am comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.

Do not look at me because I have dark skin, because the sun has tanned me; my mothers sons contended with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard I have not kept.

UPON my bed by night I sought him whom my soul loves; I sought him but found him not.

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 found him not.

I slept, but my heart was awake; it is the voice of my beloved who is knocking, saying, Open to me, my sister, my beloved, my harmless dove; for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone; my soul failed when he spoke; then I sought him but I could not find him; I called him but he did not answer me.

My perfect dove 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 praised her; yea, the queens and the concubines also praised her.

The ox knows its owner, and the ass its masters crib; but Israel does not know, my people do not understand.

From the sole of the foot even to the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds and bruises, and swelling sores; they have not been closed, neither bound up, nor softened with oil.

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