Better is a dinner of herbs where love is than a fattened ox and hatred with it.
By steadfast love and faithfulness iniquity is atoned for, and by the fear of the Lord one turns away from evil.
Righteous lips are the delight of a king, and he loves him who speaks what is right.
Whoever covers an offense seeks love, but he who repeats a matter separates close friends.
A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.
Whoever loves transgression loves strife; he who makes his door high seeks destruction.
Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits.
Whoever gets sense loves his own soul; he who keeps understanding will discover good.
What is desired in a man is steadfast love, and a poor man is better than a liar.
Many a man proclaims his own steadfast love, but a faithful man who can find?
Love not sleep, lest you come to poverty; open your eyes, and you will have plenty of bread.
Steadfast love and faithfulness preserve the king, and by steadfast love his throne is upheld.
Whoever loves pleasure will be a poor man; he who loves wine and oil will not be rich.
He who loves purity of heart, and whose speech is gracious, will have the king as his friend.
Better is open rebuke than hidden love.
He who loves wisdom makes his father glad, but a companion of prostitutes squanders his wealth.
a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.
He who loves money will not be satisfied with money, nor he who loves wealth with his income; this also is vanity.
But all this I laid to heart, examining it all, how the righteous and the wise and their deeds are in the hand of God. Whether it is love or hate, man does not know; both are before him.
Their love and their hate and their envy have already perished, and forever they have no more share in all that is done under the sun.
Enjoy life with the wife whom you love, all the days of your vain life that he has given you under the sun, because that is your portion in life and in your toil at which you toil under the sun.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is better than wine;
your anointing oils are fragrant; your name is oil poured out; therefore virgins love you.
Draw me after you; let us run. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will exult and rejoice in you; we will extol your love more than wine; rightly do they love you.
I am very dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture your flock, where you make it lie down at noon; for why should I be like one who veils herself beside the flocks of your companions?
I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariots.
Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
Behold, you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
As a lily among brambles, so is my love among the young women.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am sick with love.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or the does of the field, that you not stir up or awaken love until it pleases.
My beloved speaks and says to me: “Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away,
The fig tree ripens its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the crannies of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
On my bed by night I sought him whom my soul loves; I sought him, but found him not.
I will rise 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 found him not.
The watchmen found me as they went about in the city. “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”
Scarcely had I passed 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, and into the chamber of her who conceived me.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or the does of the field, that you not stir up or awaken love until it pleases.
He made its posts of silver, its back of gold, its seat of purple; its interior was inlaid with love by the daughters of Jerusalem.
Behold, you are beautiful, my love, behold, you are beautiful! Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats leaping down the slopes of Gilead.
Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.
You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you.
How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!
I came to my garden, my sister, my bride, I gathered my myrrh with my spice, I ate my honeycomb with my honey, I drank my wine with my milk. Eat, friends, drink, and be drunk with love!
I slept, but my heart was awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking. “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one, for my head is wet with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.”
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am sick with love.
You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
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