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and he, meanwhile, has made the world, in all its seasonable beauty, and given us the contemplation✻ of it, yet of his own dealings with us, first and last, never should man gain comprehension. (Ecclesiastes 3, 11)
The old king, that had an immemorial line of ancestors;✻ and now posterity shall take no pride in him! All is frustration, and labour lost. (Ecclesiastes 4, 16)
To piety thou must needs cling, yet live by that other caution too; fear God, and thou hast left no duty unfulfilled.✻ (Ecclesiastes 7, 19)
I have seen godless men go peacefully to the grave, that had lived their lives out in haunts of holiness, and won the name of good men from their fellow citizens; here, too, is frustration.✻ (Ecclesiastes 8, 10)
Nay, I understood too well that God’s dealings with man, here under the sun, are past all accounting for; the more a man labours to read that riddle, the less he finds out, and he least of all, that boasts himself wise in the reading of it. (Ecclesiastes 8, 17)
Though a prince’s anger should mount against thee, do not desert thy post; great harm by thy healing touch may yet be assuaged. (Ecclesiastes 10, 4)
While thou art young, take thy fill of manhood’s pride, let thy heart beat high with youth, follow where thought leads and inclination beckons, but remember that for all this God will call thee to account. (Ecclesiastes 11, 9)
Draw me after thee where thou wilt; see, we hasten after thee, by the very fragrance of those perfumes allured! To his own bower the king has brought me; he is our pride and boast, on his embrace, more ravishing than wine, our thoughts shall linger. They love truly that know thy love. (Song of Solomon 1, 3)
Close he clings as a tuft of cypress in the vine-clad rocks of Engedi. (Song of Solomon 1, 13)
I can hear my true love calling to me: Rise up, rise up quickly, dear heart, so gentle, so beautiful, rise up and come with me. (Song of Solomon 2, 10)
Thy lips a line of scarlet, guardians of that sweet utterance; thy cheeks shew through their veil rosy as a halved pomegranate. (Song of Solomon 4, 3)
A stream bordered with garden; water so fresh never came tumbling down from Lebanon. (Song of Solomon 4, 15)
