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Of all that goes amiss, here under the sun, nothing does more hurt than this equality of fortunes; what wonder if men’s hearts, while yet they live, are full of malice and defiance? And so they journey on to the grave. (Ecclesiastes 9, 3)
Fear upon every height, terrors on the road; almond-blossom matched for whiteness; the grasshopper’s weight a burden now; the spiced food untasted!✻ Man is for his everlasting home, and already the mourners are astir in the streets. (Ecclesiastes 12, 5)
Sharp goads they are to sting us, sharp nails driven deep home, these wise words left to us by many masters, but all echoing one shepherd’s voice. (Ecclesiastes 12, 11)
The voice I love! See where he comes, how he speeds over the mountains, how he spurns the hills!✻ (Song of Solomon 2, 8)
still hiding thyself as a dove hides in cleft rock or crannied wall. Shew me but thy face, let me but hear thy voice, that voice sweet as thy face is fair. (Song of Solomon 2, 14)
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)
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)
Then my true love thrust his hand through the lattice, and I trembled inwardly at his touch. (Song of Solomon 5, 4)
I rose up to let him in; but my hands dripped ever with myrrh; still with the choicest myrrh my fingers were slippery, (Song of Solomon 5, 5)
as I caught the latch. When I opened, my true love was gone; he had passed me by. How my heart had melted at the sound of his voice! And now I searched for him in vain; there was no answer when I called out to him. (Song of Solomon 5, 6)
Cheeks trim as a spice-bed of the perfumer’s own tending; drench lilies in the finest myrrh, and you shall know the fragrance of his lips. (Song of Solomon 5, 13)
