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Behold, this alone I found, that God made man upright, but they have sought out many devices. (Ecclesiastes 7, 29)
since one fate comes to all, to the righteous and the wicked, to the good and the evil, to the clean and the unclean, to him who sacrifices and him who does not sacrifice. As is the good man, so is the sinner; and he who swears is as he who shuns an oath. (Ecclesiastes 9, 2)
Even in your thought, do not curse the king, nor in your bedchamber curse the rich; for a bird of the air will carry your voice, or some winged creature tell the matter. (Ecclesiastes 10, 20)
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. (Ecclesiastes 11, 8)
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. (Ecclesiastes 11, 9)
and the doors on the street are shut; when the sound of the grinding is low, and one rises up at the voice of a bird, and all the daughters of song are brought low; (Ecclesiastes 12, 4)
Draw me after you, let us make haste. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will exult and rejoice in you; we will extol your love more than wine; rightly do they love you. (Song of Solomon 1, 4)
The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping upon the mountains, bounding over the hills. (Song of Solomon 2, 8)
My beloved is like a gazelle, or a young stag. Behold, there he stands behind our wall, gazing in at the windows, looking through the lattice. (Song of Solomon 2, 9)
The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. (Song of Solomon 2, 12)
O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is comely. (Song of Solomon 2, 14)
How sweet is your love, my sister, my bride! how much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any spice! (Song of Solomon 4, 10)
