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For the living know that they will die, but the dead know nothing, and they have no more reward; but the memory of them is lost.

Again I saw that under the sun the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, nor bread to the wise, nor riches to the intelligent, nor favor to the men of skill; but time and chance happen to them all.

But there was found in it a poor wise man, and he by his wisdom delivered the city. Yet no one remembered that poor man.

But I say that wisdom is better than might, though the poor man's wisdom is despised, and his words are not heeded.

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

A wise man's heart inclines him toward the right, but a fool's heart toward the left.

If the iron is blunt, and one does not whet the edge, he must put forth more strength; but wisdom helps one to succeed.

The words of a wise man's mouth win him favor, but the lips of a fool consume him.

For if a man lives many years, let him rejoice in them all; but let him remember that the days of darkness will 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; walk in the ways of your heart and the sight of your eyes. But know that for all these things God will bring you into judgment.

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

Do not gaze at me because I am swarthy, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were angry with me, they made me 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 called him, but he gave no answer.

"I will rise now and go about the city, in the streets and in the squares; I will seek him whom my soul loves." I sought him, but found him not.

I slept, but my heart was awake. Hark! my beloved is knocking. "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is wet with dew, my locks with the drops of the night."

I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he gave no answer.

If she is a wall, we will build upon her a battlement of silver; but if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

Hear, O heavens, and give ear, O earth; for the LORD has spoken: "Sons have I reared and brought up, but they have rebelled against me.

The ox knows its owner, and the ass its master's crib; but Israel does not know, my people does not understand."

From the sole of the foot even to the head, there is no soundness in it, but bruises and sores and bleeding wounds; they are not pressed out, or bound up, or softened with oil.