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Day 204 of 365

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Ecclesiastes 11-12

Ecclesiastes Chapter 11

¹Cast your bread on the waters; for you shall find it after many days. ²Give a portion to seven, yes, even to eight; for you don’t know what evil will be on the earth. ³If the clouds are full of rain, they empty themselves on the earth; and if a tree falls toward the south, or toward the north, in the place where the tree falls, there shall it be. ⁴He who observes the wind won’t sow; and he who regards the clouds won’t reap. ⁵As you don’t know what is the way of the wind, nor how the bones grow in the womb of her who is with child; even so you don’t know the work of God who does all. ⁶In the morning sow your seed, and in the evening don’t withhold your hand; for you don’t know which will prosper, whether this or that, or whether they both will be equally good. ⁷Truly the light is sweet, and it is a pleasant thing for the eyes to see the sun. ⁸Yes, if a man lives many years, let him rejoice in them all; but let him remember the days of darkness, for they shall be many. All that comes is vanity. ⁹Rejoice, young man, in your youth, and let your heart cheer you in the days of your youth, and walk in the ways of your heart, and in the sight of your eyes; but know that for all these things God will bring you into judgment. ¹⁰Therefore remove sorrow from your heart, and put away evil from your flesh; for youth and the dawn of life are vanity.

1: Cast your bread on the waters; for you shall find it after many days.

2: Give a portion to seven, yes, even to eight; for you don’t know what evil will be on the earth.

3: If the clouds are full of rain, they empty themselves on the earth; and if a tree falls toward the south, or toward the north, in the place where the tree falls, there shall it be.

4: He who observes the wind won’t sow; and he who regards the clouds won’t reap.

5: As you don’t know what is the way of the wind, nor how the bones grow in the womb of her who is with child; even so you don’t know the work of God who does all.

6: In the morning sow your seed, and in the evening don’t withhold your hand; for you don’t know which will prosper, whether this or that, or whether they both will be equally good.

7: Truly the light is sweet, and it is a pleasant thing for the eyes to see the sun.

8: Yes, if a man lives many years, let him rejoice in them all; but let him remember the days of darkness, for they shall be many. All that comes is vanity.

9: Rejoice, young man, in your youth, and let your heart cheer you in the days of your youth, and walk in the ways of your heart, and in the sight of your eyes; but know that for all these things God will bring you into judgment.

10: Therefore remove sorrow from your heart, and put away evil from your flesh; for youth and the dawn of life are vanity.

Ecclesiastes Chapter 12

¹Remember also your Creator in the days of your youth, before the evil days come, and the years draw near, when you will say, “I have no pleasure in them;” ²Before the sun, the light, the moon, and the stars are darkened, and the clouds return after the rain; ³in the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those who look out of the windows are darkened, ⁴and the doors shall be shut in the street; when the sound of the grinding is low, and one shall rise up at the voice of a bird, and all the daughters of music shall be brought low; ⁵yes, they shall be afraid of heights, and terrors will be on the way; and the almond tree shall blossom, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail; because man goes to his everlasting home, and the mourners go about the streets; ⁶before the silver cord is severed, or the golden bowl is broken, or the pitcher is broken at the spring, or the wheel broken at the cistern, ⁷and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it. ⁸“Vanity of vanities,” says the Preacher. “All is vanity!” ⁹Further, because the Preacher was wise, he still taught the people knowledge. Yes, he pondered, sought out, and set in order many proverbs. ¹⁰The Preacher sought to find out acceptable words, and that which was written blamelessly, words of truth. ¹¹The words of the wise are like goads; and like nails well fastened are words from the masters of assemblies, which are given from one shepherd. ¹²Furthermore, my son, be admonished: of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh. ¹³This is the end of the matter. All has been heard. Fear God and keep his commandments; for this is the whole duty of man. ¹⁴For God will bring every work into judgment, with every hidden thing, whether it is good, or whether it is evil.

1: Remember also your Creator in the days of your youth, before the evil days come, and the years draw near, when you will say, “I have no pleasure in them;”

2: Before the sun, the light, the moon, and the stars are darkened, and the clouds return after the rain;

3: in the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those who look out of the windows are darkened,

4: and the doors shall be shut in the street; when the sound of the grinding is low, and one shall rise up at the voice of a bird, and all the daughters of music shall be brought low;

5: yes, they shall be afraid of heights, and terrors will be on the way; and the almond tree shall blossom, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail; because man goes to his everlasting home, and the mourners go about the streets;

6: before the silver cord is severed, or the golden bowl is broken, or the pitcher is broken at the spring, or the wheel broken at the cistern,

7: and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.

8: “Vanity of vanities,” says the Preacher. “All is vanity!”

9: Further, because the Preacher was wise, he still taught the people knowledge. Yes, he pondered, sought out, and set in order many proverbs.

10: The Preacher sought to find out acceptable words, and that which was written blamelessly, words of truth.

11: The words of the wise are like goads; and like nails well fastened are words from the masters of assemblies, which are given from one shepherd.

12: Furthermore, my son, be admonished: of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.

13: This is the end of the matter. All has been heard. Fear God and keep his commandments; for this is the whole duty of man.

14: For God will bring every work into judgment, with every hidden thing, whether it is good, or whether it is evil.

Song of Songs 1-5

Song of Songs Chapter 1

¹The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s. Beloved ²Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for your love is better than wine. ³Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured out, therefore the virgins love you. ⁴Take me away with you. Let’s hurry. The king has brought me into his rooms. Friends We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! Beloved They are right to love you. ⁵I am dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar’s tents, like Solomon’s curtains. ⁶Don’t stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother’s sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven’t kept my own vineyard. ⁷Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; for why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions? Lover ⁸If you don’t know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents. ⁹I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots. ¹⁰Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels. Friends ¹¹We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver. Beloved ¹²While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance. ¹³My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts. ¹⁴My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi. Lover ¹⁵Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves. Beloved ¹⁶Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; and our couch is verdant. Lover ¹⁷The beams of our house are cedars. Our rafters are firs.

1: The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s. Beloved

2: Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for your love is better than wine.

3: Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured out, therefore the virgins love you.

4: Take me away with you. Let’s hurry. The king has brought me into his rooms. Friends We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! Beloved They are right to love you.

5: I am dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar’s tents, like Solomon’s curtains.

6: Don’t stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother’s sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven’t kept my own vineyard.

7: Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; for why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions? Lover

8: If you don’t know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents.

9: I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.

10: Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels. Friends

11: We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver. Beloved

12: While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.

13: My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.

14: My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi. Lover

15: Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves. Beloved

16: Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; and our couch is verdant. Lover

17: The beams of our house are cedars. Our rafters are firs.

Song of Songs Chapter 2

¹I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. Lover ²As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. Beloved ³As 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, his fruit was sweet to my taste. ⁴He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love. ⁵Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; for I am faint with love. ⁶His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me. ⁷I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires. ⁸The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills. ⁹My beloved is like a roe or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice. ¹⁰My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away. ¹¹For behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone. ¹²The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. ¹³The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give out their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.” Lover ¹⁴My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the mountainside, let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely. ¹⁵Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom. Beloved ¹⁶My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies. ¹⁷Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.

1: I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. Lover

2: As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. Beloved

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, his fruit was sweet to my taste.

4: He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love.

5: Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; for I am faint with love.

6: His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.

7: I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

8: The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

9: My beloved is like a roe or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.

10: My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

11: For behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

12: The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

13: The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give out their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.” Lover

14: My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the mountainside, let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.

15: Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom. Beloved

16: My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.

17: Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.

Song of Songs Chapter 3

¹By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him. ²I will get up now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him. ³The watchmen who go about the city found me; “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?” ⁴I had scarcely passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother’s house, into the room of her who conceived me. ⁵I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up nor awaken love, until it so desires. ⁶Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant? ⁷Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage! Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel. ⁸They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh, because of fear in the night. ⁹King Solomon made himself a carriage of the wood of Lebanon. ¹⁰He made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it being paved with love, from the daughters of Jerusalem. ¹¹Go out, you daughters of Zion, and see King Solomon, with the crown with which his mother has crowned him, in the day of his weddings, in the day of the gladness of his heart.

1: By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.

2: I will get up now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.

3: The watchmen who go about the city found me; “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”

4: I had scarcely passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother’s house, into the room of her who conceived me.

5: I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up nor awaken love, until it so desires.

6: Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant?

7: Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage! Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel.

8: They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh, because of fear in the night.

9: King Solomon made himself a carriage of the wood of Lebanon.

10: He made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it being paved with love, from the daughters of Jerusalem.

11: Go out, you daughters of Zion, and see King Solomon, with the crown with which his mother has crowned him, in the day of his weddings, in the day of the gladness of his heart.

Song of Songs Chapter 4

¹Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead. ²Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them. ³Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil. ⁴Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, on which a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men. ⁵Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies. ⁶Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense. ⁷You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you. ⁸Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards. ⁹You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck. ¹⁰How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices! ¹¹Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon. ¹²My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain. ¹³Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants, ¹⁴spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices, ¹⁵a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved ¹⁶Awake, north wind, and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.

1: Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.

2: Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.

3: Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

4: Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, on which a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.

5: Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.

6: Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.

7: You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.

8: Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

9: You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.

10: How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!

11: Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

12: My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.

13: Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,

14: spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,

15: a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved

16: Awake, north wind, and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.

Song of Songs Chapter 5

¹I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved. Beloved ²I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.” ³I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them? ⁴My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him. ⁵I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock. ⁶I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left, and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer. ⁷The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me. ⁸I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends ⁹How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us? Beloved ¹⁰My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand. ¹¹His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven. ¹²His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels. ¹³His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh. ¹⁴His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires. ¹⁵His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. ¹⁶His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.

1: I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved. Beloved

2: I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.”

3: I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?

4: My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.

5: I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

6: I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left, and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.

7: The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

8: I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends

9: How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us? Beloved

10: My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.

11: His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.

12: His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.

13: His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

14: His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.

15: His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

16: His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.

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