Chapter 1212:1So remember your Creator in the days of your youth:
Before the days of adversity come,
and the years approach when you will say,
"I have no delight in them";
2before the sun and the light are darkened,
and the moon and the stars,
and the clouds return after the rain;
3on the day when the guardians of the house tremble,
and the strong men stoop,
the women who grind cease because they are few,
and the ones who watch through the windows see dimly,
4the doors at the street are shut
while the sound of the mill fades;
when one rises at the sound of a bird,
and all the daughters of song grow faint.
5Also, they are afraid of heights and dangers on the road;
the almond tree blossoms,
the grasshopper loses its spring,
and the caper berry has no effect;
for man is headed to his eternal home,
and mourners will walk around in the street;
6before the silver cord is snapped,
and the gold bowl is broken,
and the jar is shattered at the spring,
and the wheel is broken into the well;
7and the dust returns to the earth as it once was,
and the spirit returns to God who gave it.
8"Absolute futility," says the Teacher. "Everything is futile."
9In addition to the Teacher being a wise man, he constantly taught the people knowledge; he weighed, explored, and arranged many proverbs. 10The Teacher sought to find delightful sayings and write words of truth accurately. 11The sayings of the wise are like goads, and those from masters of collections are like firmly embedded nails. The sayings are given by one Shepherd.
12But beyond these, my son, be warned: there is no end to the making of many books, and much study wearies the body. 13When all has been heard, the conclusion of the matter is: fear God and keep His commands, because this is for all humanity. 14For God will bring every act to judgment, including every hidden thing, whether good or evil.
Chapter 11:1Solomon's Finest Song.
Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth!
For your love is more delightful than wine.
3The fragrance of your perfume is intoxicating;
your name is perfume poured out.
No wonder young women adore you.
4Take me with you-let us hurry.
Oh, that the king would bring me to his chambers.
We will rejoice and be glad for you;
we will praise your love more than wine.
It is only right that they adore you.
5Daughters of Jerusalem,
I am dark like the tents of Kedar,
yet lovely like the curtains of Solomon.
6Do not stare at me because I am dark,
for the sun has gazed on me.
My mother's sons were angry with me;
they made me a keeper of the vineyards.
I have not kept my own vineyard.
7Tell me, you, the one I love:
Where do you pasture your sheep?
Where do you let them rest at noon?
Why should I be like one who veils herself
beside the flocks of your companions?
If you do not know,
most beautiful of women,
follow the tracks of the flock,
and pasture your young goats
near the shepherds' tents.
9I compare you, my darling,
to a mare among Pharaoh's chariots.
10Your cheeks are beautiful with jewelry,
your neck with its necklace.
11We will make gold jewelry for you,
accented with silver.
While the king is on his couch,
my perfume releases its fragrance.
13My love is a sachet of myrrh to me,
spending the night between my breasts.
14My love is a cluster of henna blossoms to me,
in the vineyards of En-gedi.
How beautiful you are, my darling.
How very beautiful!
Your eyes are doves.
How handsome you are, my love.
Our bed is lush with foliage;
17the beams of our house are cedars,
and our rafters are cypresses.
Chapter 22:1I am a rose of Sharon,
a lily of the valleys.
Like a lily among thorns,
so is my darling among the young women.
Like an apricot tree among the trees of the forest,
so is my love among the young men.
I delight to sit in his shade,
and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4He brought me to the banquet hall,
and he looked on me with love.
5Sustain me with raisins;
refresh me with apricots,
for I am lovesick.
6His left hand is under my head,
and his right arm embraces me.
7Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you
by the gazelles and the wild does of the field:
do not stir up or awaken love
until the appropriate time.
8Listen! My love is approaching.
Look! Here he comes,
leaping over the mountains,
bounding over the hills.
9My love is like a gazelle
or a young stag.
Look, he is standing behind our wall,
gazing through the windows,
peering through the lattice.
10My love calls to me:
Arise, my darling.
Come away, my beautiful one.
11For now the winter is past;
the rain has ended and gone away.
12The blossoms appear in the countryside.
The time of singing has come,
and the turtledove's cooing is heard in our land.
13The fig tree ripens its figs;
the blossoming vines give off their fragrance.
Arise, my darling.
Come away, my beautiful one.
14My dove, in the clefts of the rock,
in the crevices of the cliff,
let me see your face,
let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
and your face is lovely.
Catch the foxes for us-
the little foxes that ruin the vineyards-
for our vineyards are in bloom. 16W
My love is mine and I am his;
he feeds among the lilies.
17Before the day breaks
and the shadows flee,
turn to me, my love, and be like a gazelle
or a young stag on the divided mountains.