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To the chief Musician, A Psalm for the sons of Korah.
1
 Hear this, all
ye
people; give ear, all
ye
inhabitants of the world:
2
 Both low and high, rich and poor, together.
3
 My mouth shall speak of wisdom; and the meditation of my heart
shall be
of understanding.
4
 I will incline mine ear to a parable: I will open my dark saying upon the harp.
5
 Wherefore should I fear in the days of evil,
when
the iniquity of my heels shall compass me about?
6
 They that trust in their wealth, and boast themselves in the multitude of their riches;
7
 None
of them
can by any means redeem his brother, nor give to God a ransom for him:
8
 (For the redemption of their soul
is
precious, and it ceaseth for ever:)
9
 That he should still live for ever,
and
not see corruption.
10
 For he seeth
that
wise men die, likewise the fool and the brutish person perish, and leave their wealth to others.
11
 Their inward thought
is, that
their houses
shall continue
for ever,
and
their dwelling places to all generations; they call
their
lands after their own names.
12
 Nevertheless man
being
in honour abideth not: he is like the beasts
that
perish.
13
 This their way
is
their folly: yet their posterity approve their sayings. Selah.
14
 Like sheep they are laid in the grave; death shall feed on them; and the upright shall have dominion over them in the morning; and their beauty shall consume in the grave from their dwelling.
15
 But God will redeem my soul from the power of the grave: for he shall receive me. Selah.
16
 Be not thou afraid when one is made rich, when the glory of his house is increased;
17
 For when he dieth he shall carry nothing away: his glory shall not descend after him.
18
 Though while he lived he blessed his soul: and
men
will praise thee, when thou doest well to thyself.
19
 He shall go to the generation of his fathers; they shall never see light.
20
 Man
that is
in honour, and understandeth not, is like the beasts
that
perish.
20
 Have not I written to thee excellent things in counsels and knowledge,
21
 That I might make thee know the certainty of the words of truth; that thou mightest answer the words of truth to them that send unto thee?
1
 The song of songs, which
is
Solomon's.
2
 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love
is
better than wine.
3
 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name
is as
ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
4
 Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers.
We will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine.
The upright love thee.
5
 I
am
black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
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?
8
 If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.
9
 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
10
 Thy cheeks are comely with rows
of jewels,
thy neck with chains
of gold.
11
 We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
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.
14
 My beloved
is
unto me
as
a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi.
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.
17
 The beams of our house
are
cedar,
and
our rafters of fir.
2:
1
 I
am
the rose of Sharon,
and
the lily of the valleys.
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.
4
 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me
was
love.
5
 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I
am
sick of love.
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.
11
 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over
and
gone;
12
 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing
of birds
is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
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.
15
 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines
have
tender grapes.
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.
3:
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
Â
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.
6
 Who
is
this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?
7
 Behold his bed, which
is
Solomon's; threescore valiant men
are
about it, of the valiant of Israel.
8
 They all hold swords,
being
expert in war: every man
hath
his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.
9
 King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon.
10
 He made the pillars thereof
of
silver, the bottom thereof
of
gold, the covering of it
of
purple, the midst thereof being paved
with
love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.
11
 Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.
4:
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.
2
 Thy teeth
are
like a flock
of sheep that are even
shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none
is
barren among them.
3
 Thy lips
are
like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech
is
comely: thy temples
are
like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
4
 Thy neck
is
like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
5
 Thy two breasts
are
like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6
 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
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.
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.
13
 Thy plants
are
an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
14
 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
15
 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
16
 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden,
that
the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
