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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)
Sayings of much import he devised, and nothing his pen set down but was truth unalloyed. (Ecclesiastes 12, 10)
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)
No act of thine but God will bring it under his scrutiny, deep beyond all thy knowing, and pronounce it good or evil. (Ecclesiastes 12, 14)
Take no note of this Ethiop colour; it was the sun tanned me, when my own brothers, that had a grudge against me, set me a-watching in the vineyards. I have a vineyard of my own that I have watched but ill. (Song of Solomon 1, 5)
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)
Now to stir abroad, and traverse the city, searching every alley-way and street for him I love so tenderly! But for all my search I could not find him. (Song of Solomon 3, 2)
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)
Ah, but my shift, I have laid it by: how can I put it on again? My feet I washed but now; shall I soil them with the dust? (Song of Solomon 5, 3)
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)
Nay, but tell us, fairest of women, how shall we know this sweetheart of thine from another’s? Why is he loved beyond all else, that thou art so urgent with us? (Song of Solomon 5, 9)
Oh, that sweet utterance! Nothing of him but awakes desire. Such is my true love, maidens of Jerusalem; such is the companion I have lost. (Song of Solomon 5, 16)
