To Be Determined

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As you don’t know what is the way of the wind, nor how the bones grow in the womb of her who is with child; even so you don’t know the work of God who does all.

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In the morning sow your seed, and in the evening don’t withhold your hand; for you don’t know which will prosper, whether this or that, or whether they both will be equally good.

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Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to see the sun.

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Yes, if a 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.

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Rejoice, 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.

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Therefore remove sorrow from your heart, and put away evil from your flesh; for youth and the dawn of life are vanity.

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Remember also your Creator in the days of your youth, before the evil days come, and the years draw near, when you will say, “I have no pleasure in them;”

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Before the sun, the light, the moon, and the stars are darkened, and the clouds return after the rain;

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in the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those who look out of the windows are darkened,

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and the doors shall be shut in the street; when the sound of the grinding is low, and one shall rise up at the voice of a bird, and all the daughters of music shall be brought low;

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yes, they shall be afraid of heights, and terrors will be in the way; and the almond tree shall blossom, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail; because man goes to his everlasting home, and the mourners go about the streets:

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before the silver cord is severed, or the golden bowl is broken, or the pitcher is broken at the spring, or the wheel broken at the cistern,

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and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.

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“Vanity of vanities,” says the Preacher. “All is vanity!”

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Further, because the Preacher was wise, he still taught the people knowledge. Yes, he pondered, sought out, and set in order many proverbs.

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The Preacher sought to find out acceptable words, and that which was written blamelessly, words of truth.

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The words of the wise are like goads; and like nails well fastened are words from the masters of assemblies, which are given from one shepherd.

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Furthermore, my son, be admonished: of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.

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This is the end of the matter. All has been heard. Fear God, and keep his commandments; for this is the whole duty of man.

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For God will bring every work into judgment, with every hidden thing, whether it is good, or whether it is evil.

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I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. Lover

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As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. Beloved

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As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste.

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He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love.

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Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am faint with love.

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His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.

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I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

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The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

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My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.

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My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

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For, behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

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The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

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The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.” Lover

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My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.

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Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom. Beloved

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My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.

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Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Bether.

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By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.

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I will get up 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 I didn’t find him.

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The watchmen who go about the city found me; “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”

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I had scarcely 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, into the room of her who conceived me.

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I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

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Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant?

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Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage! Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel.

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They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh, because of fear in the night.

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King Solomon made himself a carriage of the wood of Lebanon.

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He made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, its midst being paved with love, from the daughters of Jerusalem.

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Go forth, you daughters of Zion, and see king Solomon, with the crown with which his mother has crowned him, in the day of his weddings, in the day of the gladness of his heart. Lover

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Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.

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Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.

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Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

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Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.

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Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.

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Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.

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You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.

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Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

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You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.

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How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!

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Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

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A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.

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Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants,

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spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,

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a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved

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Awake, north wind; and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits. Lover

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I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved. Beloved

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I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.”

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I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?

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My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.

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I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

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I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left; and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.

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The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

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I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends

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How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us? Beloved

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My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.

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His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.

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His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.

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His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

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His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.

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His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

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His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem. Friends

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Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? Beloved

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My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

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I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies,

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You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

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Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

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Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing; of which every one has twins; none is bereaved among them.

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Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

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There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

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My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

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Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

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I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

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Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots. Friends

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Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?

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How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

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Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

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Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.

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Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

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Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.

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How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!

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This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.