The Holy Bible

(20) Therefore I went about to cause my heart to despair of all the labour which I took under the sun.

(8) There is one alone, and there is not a second; yea, he hath neither child nor brother: yet is there no end of all his labour; neither is his eye satisfied with riches; neither saith he, For whom do I labour, and bereave my soul of good? This is also vanity, yea, it is a sore travail.

(15) All things have I seen in the days of my vanity: there is a just man that perisheth in his righteousness, and there is a wicked man that prolongeth his life in his wickedness.

(28) Which yet my soul seeketh, but I find not: one man among a thousand have I found; but a woman among all those have I not found.

(9) All this have I seen, and applied my heart unto every work that is done under the sun: there is a time wherein one man ruleth over another to his own hurt.

(1) For all this I considered in my heart even to declare all this, that the righteous, and the wise, and their works, are in the hand of God: no man knoweth either love or hatred by all that is before them.

(12) And further, by these, my son, be admonished: of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.

(6) Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.

(7) Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?

(9) I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.

(12) While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.

(13) A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

(13) A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

(14) My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.

(15) Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.

(16) Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.

(2) As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

(3) As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

(3) As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

(6) His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.

(7) I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

(8) The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

(9) My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

(10) My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

(10) My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

(10) My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

(13) The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

(13) The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

(14) O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

(16) My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

(17) Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

(1) By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

(1) By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

(2) I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

(3) The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?

(4) It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.

(4) It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.

(5) I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

(1) Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.

(7) Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

(8) Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

(9) Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

(9) Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

(9) Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

(9) Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

(10) How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

(10) How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

(11) Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

(12) A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

(12) A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.