Moreover the light is sweet, and it is good for the eyes to see the sun.
Hebrew / Jewish
Septuagint (Greek Old Testament)
Ecclesiastes
For even if a man should live many years, [and] rejoice in them all; yet let him remember the days of darkness; for they shall be many. All that comes is vanity.
Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thy heart blameless, but not in the sight of thine eyes: yet know that for all these things God will bring thee into judgment.
Therefore remove sorrow from thy heart, and put away evil from thy flesh: for youth and folly are vanity.
And remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth, before the days of evil come, and the years overtake [thee] in which thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them.
While the sun and light are not darkened, nor the moon and the stars; nor the clouds return after the rain:
in the day wherein the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the mighty men shall become bent, and the grinding [women] cease because they have become few, and the [women] looking out at the windows be dark;
and they shall shut the doors in the market-place, because of the weakness of the voice of her that grinds [at the mill]; and he shall rise up at the voice of the sparrow, and all the daughters of song shall be brought low;
and they shall look up, and fears [shall be] in the way, and the almond tree shall blossom, and the locust shall increase, and the caper shall be scattered: because man has gone to his eternal home, and the mourners have gone about the market:
before the silver cord be [let go], or the choice gold be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel run down to the cistern;
[before] the dust also return to the earth as it was, and the spirit return to God who gave it.
Vanity of vanities, said the Preacher; all is vanity.
And because the Preacher was wise above [others, so it was] that he taught man excellent knowledge, and the ear will trace out the parables.
The Preacher sought diligently to find out acceptable words, and a correct writing, [even] words of truth.
The words of the wise are as goads, and as nails firmly fastened, which have been given from one shepherd by agreement.
And moreover, my son, guard thyself by means of them: of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.
Hear the end of the matter, the sum: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole man.
For God will bring every work into judgment, with everything that has been overlooked, whether [it be] good, or whether [it be] evil.
Psalms of Solomon
The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine.
And the smell of thine ointments is better than all spices: thy name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love thee.
They have drawn thee: we will run after thee, for the smell of thine ointments: the king has brought me into his closet: let us rejoice and be glad in thee; we will love thy breasts more than wine: righteousness loves thee.
I am black, but beautiful, ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Look not upon me, because I am dark, because the sun has looked unfavourably upon me: my mother's sons strove with me; they made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept my own vineyard.
Tell me, [thou] whom my soul loves, where thou tendest thy flock, where thou causest [them] to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks of thy companions.
If thou know not thyself, thou fair one among women, go thou forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed thy kids by the shepherds' tents.
I have likened thee, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
How are thy cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, thy neck as chains!
We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.
So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.
Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
I am a flower of the plain, a lily of the valleys.
As a lily among thorns, so is my companion among the daughters.
As the apple among the trees of the wood, so is my kinsman among the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, and his fruit was sweet in my throat.
Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.
Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I [am] wounded with love.
His left [hand shall be] under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
I have charged you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that ye do not rouse or wake [my] love, until he please.
The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
My kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Bæthel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.
My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.
For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.
The flowers are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been heard in our land.
The fig-tree has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yea, come.
[Thou art] my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: shew me thy face, and cause me to hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is beautiful.
Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.
My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds [his flock] among the lilies.
Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be thou like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he hearkened not to me.
I will rise now, and go about in the city, in the market-places, and in the streets, and I will seek him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I found him not.
The watchmen who go their rounds in the city found me. [I said], Have ye seen him whom my soul loves?
[It was] as a little [while] after I parted from them, that I found him whom my soul loves: I held him, and did not let him go, until I brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.
I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that ye rouse not nor awake [my] love, until he please.
Who is this that comes up from the wilderness as pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the perfumer?
Behold Solomon's bed; sixty mighty men of the mighty ones of Israel are round about it.
They all hold a sword, being expert in war: every man [has] his sword upon his thigh because of fear by night.
King Solomon made himself a litter of woods of Lebanon.
He made the pillars of it silver, the bottom of it gold, the covering of it scarlet, in the midst of it a pavement of love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.
Go forth, ye daughters of Sion, 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.
Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves, beside thy veil: thy hair is as flocks of goats, that have appeared from Galaad.
Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn [sheep], that have gone up from the washing; all of them bearing twins, and there is not a barren one among them.
Thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: like the rind of a pomegranate is thy cheek without thy veil.
Thy neck is as the tower of David, that was built for an armoury: a thousand shields hang upon it, [and] all darts of mighty men.
Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns, that feed among the lilies.
Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Thou art all fair, my companion, and there is no spot in thee.
Come from Libanus, [my] bride, come from Libanus: thou shalt come and pass from the top of Faith, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
My sister, [my] spouse, thou hast ravished my heart; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! how much more beautiful are thy breasts than wine, and the smell of thy garments than all spices!
Thy lips drop honeycomb, my spouse: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is as the smell of Libanus.
My sister, [my] spouse is a garden enclosed; a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed.
Thy shoots are a garden of pomegranates, with the fruit of choice berries; camphor, with spikenard:
spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon; with all woods of Libanus, myrrh, aloes, with all chief spices:
a fountain of a garden, and a well of water springing and gurgling from Libanus.
Awake, O north wind; and come, O south; and blow through my garden, and let my spices flow out.
Let my kinsman come down into his garden, and eat the fruit of his choice berries. I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spices; I have eaten my bread with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; yea, brethren, drink abundantly.
I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, [saying], Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole [of the door], and my belly was moved for him.
I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.
The watchmen that go their rounds in the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him? That I am wounded with love.
What is thy kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, O thou beautiful among women? what is thy kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, that thou hast so charged us?
My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.
His head is [as] very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.
His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.
His cheeks are as bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: his lips are lilies, dropping choice myrrh.
His hands are as turned gold set with beryl: his belly is an ivory tablet on a sapphire stone.
His legs are marble pillars set on golden sockets: his form is as Libanus, choice as the cedars.
His throat is most sweet, and altogether desirable. This is my kinsman, and this is my companion, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Whither is thy kinsman gone, thou beautiful among women? whither has thy kinsman turned aside? [tell us], and we will seek him with thee.
My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed [his flock] in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies.
Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as [armies] set in array.
Turn away thine eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: thy hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.