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This remains as yet uncertain, and meanwhile all have the same lot, upright and godless, good and wicked, clean and unclean alike. Brought they offerings or brought they none, well did they or ill, true swore they or false, it is all one. (Ecclesiastes 9, 2)
And happy the land whose king is of true princely breed, whose courtiers feast when feast should be, to comfort their hearts, not all in revelry. (Ecclesiastes 10, 17)
Tell me, my true love, where is now thy pasture-ground, where now is thy resting-place under the noon’s heat? Thou wouldst not have me wander to and fro where the flocks graze that are none of thine? (Song of Solomon 1, 6)
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)
All mine, my true love, and I all his; see where he goes out to pasture among the lilies, (Song of Solomon 2, 16)
How fair thou art, my true love, how fair!✻ Eyes soft as dove’s eyes, half-seen behind thy veil; hair that clusters thick as the flocks of goats, when they come home from the Galaad hills; (Song of Solomon 4, 1)
Fair in every part, my true love, no fault in all thy fashioning! (Song of Solomon 4, 7)
What a wound thou hast made, my bride, my true love, what a wound thou hast made in this heart of mine! And all with one glance of an eye, all with one ringlet straying on thy neck! (Song of Solomon 4, 9)
Sweet, sweet are thy caresses, my bride, my true love; wine cannot ravish the senses like that embrace, nor any spices match the perfume that breathes from thee. (Song of Solomon 4, 10)
My bride, my true love, a close garden; hedged all about, a spring shut in and sealed! What wealth of grace is here! (Song of Solomon 4, 12)
Into his garden, then, let my true love come, and taste his fruit.✻ The garden gained, my bride, my heart’s love; myrrh and spices of mine all reaped; the honey eaten in its comb, the wine drunk and the milk, that were kept for me! Eat your fill, lovers; drink, sweethearts, and drink deep! (Song of Solomon 5, 1)
I lie asleep; but oh, my heart is wakeful! A knock on the door, and then my true love’s voice: Let me in, my true love, so gentle, my bride, so pure! See, how bedewed is this head of mine, how the night rains have drenched my hair! (Song of Solomon 5, 2)
