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For the living know that they will die; But the dead know nothing, And they have no more reward, 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, Nor bread to the wise, Nor riches to men of understanding, Nor favor to men of skill; But time and chance happen 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 at his left.

If the ax is dull, And one does not sharpen the edge, Then he must use more strength; But wisdom brings success.

The words of a wise man's mouth are gracious, But the lips of a fool shall swallow him up;

A feast is made for laughter, And wine makes merry; But money answers everything.

But if a man lives many years And rejoices in them all, Yet let him remember the days of darkness, For they will be many. All that is coming is vanity.

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

I am dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, Like the tents of Kedar, Like the curtains of Solomon.

Do not look upon me, because I am dark, Because the sun has tanned me. My mother's sons were angry with me; They made me the keeper of the vineyards, But my own vineyard I have not kept.

By night on my bed I sought the one I love; I sought him, but I did not find him.

"I will rise now," I said, "And go about the city; In the streets and in the squares I will seek the one I love." I sought him, but I did not find him.

I sleep, but my heart is awake; It is the voice of my beloved! He knocks, saying, "Open for me, my sister, my love, My dove, my perfect one; For my head is covered with dew, My locks with the drops of the night."

I opened for my beloved, But my beloved had turned away and was gone. My heart leaped up when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

The ox knows its owner And the donkey its 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 putrefying sores; They have not been closed or bound up, Or soothed with ointment.

But if you refuse and rebel, You shall be devoured by the sword"; For the mouth of the LORD has spoken.

How the faithful city has become a harlot! It was full of justice; Righteousness lodged in it, But now murderers.

But the idols He shall utterly abolish.