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And whereas Ecclesiastes was very wise, he taught the people, and declared the things that he had done: and seeking out, he set forth many parables. (Ecclesiastes 12, 9)
Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee. (Song of Solomon 1, 2)
Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my vineyard I have not kept. (Song of Solomon 1, 5)
As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate. (Song of Solomon 2, 3)
The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land: (Song of Solomon 2, 12)
The pillars thereof he made of silver, the seat of gold, the going up of purple : the midst he covered with charity for the daughters of Jerusalem. (Song of Solomon 3, 10)
Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved. (Song of Solomon 5, 1)
What manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, O thou most beautiful among women? what manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, that thou hast so adjured us? (Song of Solomon 5, 9)
One is my dove, my perfect one is but one, she is the only one of her mother, the chosen of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and declared her most blessed: the queens and concubines, and they praised her. (Song of Solomon 6, 8)
Who is this that cometh up from the desert, flowing with delights, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I raised thee up: there thy mother was corrupted, there she was defloured that bore thee. (Song of Solomon 8, 5)
My vineyard is before me. A thousand are for thee, the peaceable, and two hundred for them that keep the fruit thereof. (Song of Solomon 8, 12)
Which being put out, our body shall be ashes, and our spirit shall be poured abroad as soft air, and our life shall pass away as the trace of a cloud, and shall be dispersed as a mist, which is driven away by the beams of the sun, and overpowered with the heat thereof: (Wisdom of Solomon 2, 3)
