Along The Way (July 14th - 20th)

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  • Ecclesiastes 7 – 8

    A Disillusioned View of Life

    A good name is better than precious ointment,

    and the day of death, than the day of birth.

    It is better to go to the house of mourning

    than to go to the house of feasting,

    for this is the end of everyone,

    and the living will lay it to heart.

    Sorrow is better than laughter,

    for by sadness of countenance the heart is made glad.

    The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning,

    but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth.

    It is better to hear the rebuke of the wise

    than to hear the song of fools.

    For like the crackling of thorns under a pot,

    so is the laughter of fools;

    this also is vanity.

    Surely oppression makes the wise foolish,

    and a bribe corrupts the heart.

    Better is the end of a thing than its beginning;

    the patient in spirit are better than the proud in spirit.

    Do not be quick to anger,

    for anger lodges in the bosom of fools.

    Do not say, “Why were the former days better than these?”

    For it is not from wisdom that you ask this.

    Wisdom is as good as an inheritance,

    an advantage to those who see the sun.

    For the protection of wisdom is like the protection of money,

    and the advantage of knowledge is that wisdom gives life to the one who possesses it.

    Consider the work of God;

    who can make straight what he has made crooked?

    In the day of prosperity, be joyful, and in the day of adversity, consider: God has made the one as well as the other, so that mortals may not find out anything that comes after them.

    The Riddles of Life

    In my vain life I have seen everything; there are righteous people who perish in their righteousness, and there are wicked people who prolong their life in their evildoing. Do not be too righteous, and do not act too wise; why should you destroy yourself? Do not be too wicked, and do not be a fool; why should you die before your time? It is good that you should take hold of the one without letting go of the other, for the one who fears God shall succeed with both.

    Wisdom gives strength to the wise more than ten rulers who are in a city.

    Surely there is no one on earth so righteous as to do good without ever sinning.

    Do not give heed to everything that people say, or you may hear your servant cursing you; your heart knows that many times you have yourself cursed others.

    All this I have tested by wisdom; I said, “I will be wise,” but it was far from me. That which is, is far off, and deep, very deep; who can find it out? I turned my mind to know and to search out and to seek wisdom and the sum of things and to know that wickedness is folly and that foolishness is madness. I found more bitter than death the woman who is a trap, whose heart is nets, whose hands are fetters; one who pleases God escapes her, but the sinner is taken by her. See, this is what I found, says the Teacher, adding one thing to another to find the sum, which my mind has sought repeatedly, but I have not found. One man among a thousand I found, but a woman among all these I have not found. See, this alone I found, that God made human beings straightforward, but they have devised many schemes.

    Obey the King and Enjoy Yourself

    Who is like the wise man?

    And who knows the interpretation of a thing?

    Being wise makes one’s face shine,

    but arrogance changes one’s face.

    Keep the king’s command, and because of your sacred oath do not be terrified; go from his presence; do not delay when the matter is unpleasant, for he does whatever he pleases. For the word of the king is powerful, and who can say to him, “What are you doing?” Whoever obeys a command will meet no harm, and the wise mind will know the time and way. For every matter has its time and way, although the troubles of mortals lie heavy upon them. Indeed, they do not know what is to be, for who can tell them how it will be? No one has power over the wind to restrain the wind or power over the day of death; there is no discharge from the battle, nor does wickedness deliver those who practice it. All this I observed, applying my mind to all that is done under the sun, while one person exercises authority over another to the other’s hurt.

    God’s Ways Are Inscrutable

    Then I saw the wicked approaching to sacrifice; they go in and out of the holy place, and they boast in the city that they have done such things. This also is vanity. Because sentence against an evil deed is not executed speedily, the human heart is fully set to do evil. Though sinners do evil a hundred times and prolong their lives, yet I know that it will be well with those who fear God, because they stand in fear before him, but it will not be well with the wicked, neither will they prolong their days like a shadow, because they do not stand in fear before God.

    There is a vanity that takes place on earth, that there are righteous people who are treated according to the conduct of the wicked and wicked people who are treated according to the conduct of the righteous. I said that this also is vanity. So I commend enjoyment, for there is nothing better for people under the sun than to eat and drink and enjoy themselves, for this will go with them in their toil through the days of life that God gives them under the sun.

    When I applied my mind to know wisdom and to see the business that is done on earth, how one’s eyes see sleep neither day nor night, then I saw all the work of God, that no one can find out what is happening under the sun. However much they may toil in seeking, they will not find it out; even though those who are wise claim to know, they cannot find it out.

  • Ecclesiastes 9 – 10

    Take Life as It Comes

    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 one does not know. Everything that confronts them is vanity, since the same fate comes to all, to the righteous and the wicked, to the good and the evil, to the clean and the unclean, to those who sacrifice and those who do not sacrifice. As are the good, so are the sinners; those who swear are like those who shun an oath. This is an evil in all that happens under the sun, that the same fate comes to everyone. Moreover, the hearts of humans are full of evil; madness is in their hearts while they live, and after that they go to the dead. But whoever is joined with all the living has hope, for a living dog is better than a dead lion. The living know that they will die, but the dead know nothing; they have no more reward, and even the memory of them is lost. Their love and their hate and their envy have already perished; never again will they have any share in all that happens under the sun.

    Go, eat your bread with enjoyment and drink your wine with a merry heart, for God has long ago approved what you do. Let your garments always be white; do not let oil be lacking on your head. Enjoy life with the wife whom you love all the days of your vain life that are given you under the sun, because that is your portion in life and in your toil at which you toil under the sun. Whatever your hand finds to do, do with your might, for there is no work or thought or knowledge or wisdom in Sheol, to which you are going.

    Again I saw that under the sun the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, nor bread to the wise, nor riches to the intelligent, nor favor to the skillful, but time and chance happen to them all. For no one can anticipate one’s time. Like fish taken in a cruel net or like birds caught in a snare, so mortals are snared at a time of calamity, when it suddenly falls upon them.

    Wisdom Superior to Folly

    I have also seen this example of wisdom under the sun, and it seemed great to me. There was a little city with few people in it. A great king came against it and besieged it, building great siegeworks against it. Now there was found in it a poor wise man, and he by his wisdom delivered the city. Yet no one remembered that poor man. So I said, “Wisdom is better than might; yet the poor man’s wisdom is despised, and his words are not heeded.”

    The quiet words of the wise are more to be heeded

    than the shouting of a ruler among fools.

    Wisdom is better than weapons of war,

    but one bungler destroys much good.

    Miscellaneous Observations

    Dead flies make the perfumer’s ointment give off a foul odor;

    so a little folly outweighs wisdom and honor.

    The heart of the wise inclines to the right,

    but the heart of a fool to the left.

    Even when fools walk on the road, they lack sense

    and show to everyone that they are fools.

    If the anger of the ruler rises against you, do not leave your post,

    for calmness will undo great offenses.

    There is an evil that I have seen under the sun, as great an error as if it proceeded from the ruler: folly is set in many high places, and the rich sit in a low place. I have seen slaves on horseback and princes walking on the ground like slaves.

    Whoever digs a pit will fall into it,

    and whoever breaks through a wall will be bitten by a snake.

    Whoever quarries stones will be hurt by them,

    and whoever splits logs will be endangered by them.

    If the iron is blunt and one does not whet the edge,

    then more strength must be exerted,

    but wisdom helps one to succeed.

    If the snake bites before it is charmed,

    there is no advantage in a charmer.

    Words spoken by the wise bring them favor,

    but the lips of fools consume them.

    The words of their mouths begin in foolishness,

    and their talk ends in wicked madness,

    yet fools talk on and on.

    No one knows what is to happen,

    and who can tell anyone what the future holds?

    The toil of fools wears them out,

    for they do not even know the way to town.

    Alas for you, O land, when your king is a child

    and your princes feast in the morning!

    Happy are you, O land, when your king is a nobleman,

    and your princes feast at the proper time —

    for strength and not for drunkenness!

    Through sloth the roof sinks in,

    and through indolence the house leaks.

    Feasts are made for laughter,

    wine gladdens life,

    and money meets every need.

    Do not curse the king, even in your thoughts,

    or curse the rich, even in your bedroom,

    for a bird of the air may carry your voice,

    or some winged creature tell the matter.

  • Ecclesiastes 11 – 12

    The Value of Diligence

    Send out your bread upon the waters,

    for after many days you will get it back.

    Divide your means seven ways, or even eight,

    for you do not know what disaster may happen on earth.

    When clouds are full,

    they empty rain on the earth;

    whether a tree falls to the south or to the north,

    in the place where the tree falls, there it will lie.

    Whoever observes the wind will not sow,

    and whoever regards the clouds will not reap.

    Just as you do not know how the breath comes to the bones in the mother’s womb, so you do not know the work of God, who makes everything.

    In the morning sow your seed, and at evening do not let your hands be idle, for you do not know which will prosper, this or that, or whether both alike will be good.

    Youth and Old Age

    Light is sweet, and it is pleasant for the eyes to see the sun.

    Even those who live many years should rejoice in them all, yet let them remember that the days of darkness will be many. All that comes is vanity.

    Rejoice, young man, while you are young, and let your heart cheer you in the days of your youth. Follow the inclination of your heart and the desire of your eyes, but know that for all these things God will bring you into judgment.

    Banish anxiety from your mind, and put away pain from your body, for youth and the dawn of life are vanity.

    Remember your creator in the days of your youth, before the days of trouble come and the years draw near when you will say, “I have no pleasure in them”; before the sun and the light and the moon and the stars are darkened and the clouds return with the rain; in the day when the guards of the house tremble, and the strong men are bent, and the women who grind cease working because they are few, and those who look through the windows see dimly; when the doors on the street are shut, and the sound of the grinding is low, and one rises up at the sound of a bird, and all the daughters of song are brought low; when one is afraid of heights, and terrors are in the road; the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper drags itself along, and the caper bud falls; because all must go to their eternal home, and the mourners will go about the streets; before the silver cord is snapped, and the golden bowl is broken, and the pitcher is broken at the fountain, and the wheel broken at the cistern, and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the breath returns to God who gave it. Vanity of vanities, says the Teacher; all is vanity.

    Epilogue

    Besides being wise, the Teacher also taught the people knowledge, weighing and studying and arranging many proverbs. The Teacher sought to find pleasing words, and he wrote words of truth plainly.

    The sayings of the wise are like goads, and like nails firmly fixed are the collected sayings that are given by one shepherd. Of anything beyond these, my child, beware. Of making many books there is no end, and much study is a weariness of the flesh.

    The end of the matter; all has been heard. Fear God, and keep his commandments, for that is the whole duty of everyone. For God will bring every deed into judgment, including every secret thing, whether good or evil.

  • Song of Solomon 1 – 2

    The Song of Songs, which is Solomon’s.

    Colloquy of the Young Woman and Friends

    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 perfume poured out;

    therefore the maidens love you.

    Draw me after you; let us make haste.

    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 black and beautiful,

    O daughters of Jerusalem,

    like the tents of Kedar,

    like the curtains of Solomon.

    Do not gaze at me because I am dark,

    because the sun has gazed on me.

    My mother’s sons were angry with me;

    they made me keeper of the vineyards,

    but my own vineyard I have not kept!

    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 is veiled

    beside the flocks of your companions?

    If you do not know,

    O fairest among women,

    follow the tracks of the flock

    and pasture your kids

    beside the shepherds’ tents.

    Colloquy of the Young Man, Friends, and the Young Woman

    I compare you, my love,

    to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.

    Your cheeks are comely with ornaments,

    your neck with strings of jewels.

    We will make you ornaments of gold,

    studded with silver.

    While the king was on his couch,

    my nard gave forth its fragrance.

    My beloved is to me a bag of myrrh

    that lies between my breasts.

    My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms

    in the vineyards of En-gedi.

    Ah, you are beautiful, my love;

    ah, you are beautiful;

    your eyes are doves.

    Ah, you are beautiful, my beloved,

    truly lovely.

    Our couch is green;

    the beams of our house are cedar;

    our rafters are pine.

    I am a rose of Sharon,

    a lily of the valleys.

    As a lily among brambles,

    so is my love among maidens.

    As an apple tree among the trees of the wood,

    so is my beloved among young men.

    With great delight I sat in his shadow,

    and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

    He brought me to the banqueting house,

    and his intention toward me was love.

    Sustain me with raisins,

    refresh me with apples,

    for I am faint with love.

    O that his left hand were under my head

    and that his right hand embraced me!

    I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

    by the gazelles or the wild does:

    do not stir up or awaken love

    until it is ready!

    Springtime Rhapsody

    The voice of my beloved!

    Look, he comes,

    leaping upon the mountains,

    bounding over the hills.

    My beloved is like a gazelle

    or a young stag.

    Look, there he stands

    behind our wall,

    gazing in at the windows,

    looking through the lattice.

    My beloved speaks and says to me:

    “Arise, my love, my fair one,

    and come away,

    for now the winter is past,

    the rain is over and gone.

    The flowers appear on the earth;

    the time of singing has come,

    and the voice of the turtledove

    is heard in our land.

    The fig tree puts forth its figs,

    and the vines are in blossom;

    they give forth fragrance.

    Arise, my love, my fair one,

    and come away.

    O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,

    in the covert of the cliff,

    let me see your face;

    let me hear your voice,

    for your voice is sweet,

    and your face is lovely.

    Catch us the foxes,

    the little foxes,

    that ruin the vineyards —

    for our vineyards are in blossom.”

    My beloved is mine, and I am his;

    he pastures his flock among the lilies.

    Until the day breathes

    and the shadows flee,

    turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle

    or a young stag on the cleft mountains.

  • Song of Solomon 3 – 4

    Love’s Dream

    Upon my bed at night

    I sought him whom my soul loves;

    I sought him but found him not;

    I called him, but he gave no answer.

    “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 sentinels 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 brought him into my mother’s house

    and into the chamber of her that conceived me.

    I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

    by the gazelles or the wild does:

    do not stir up or awaken love

    until it is ready!

    The Young Man and His Party Approach

    Who is that coming up from the wilderness

    like a column of smoke,

    perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,

    with all the fragrant powders of the merchant?

    Look, it is the litter of Solomon!

    Around it are sixty mighty men

    of the mighty men of Israel,

    all equipped with swords

    and expert in war,

    each with his sword at his thigh

    because of alarms by night.

    King Solomon made himself a palanquin

    from the wood of Lebanon.

    He made its posts of silver,

    its back of gold, its seat of purple;

    its interior was inlaid with stone.

    Daughters of Jerusalem,

    come out and look

    at King Solomon,

    at the crown with which his mother crowned him

    on the day of his wedding,

    on the day of the gladness of his heart.

    The Young Woman’s Beauty Extolled

    How beautiful you are, my love,

    how very beautiful!

    Your eyes are doves

    behind your veil.

    Your hair is like a flock of goats,

    moving down the slopes of Gilead.

    Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes

    that have come up from the washing,

    all of which bear twins,

    and not one among them is bereaved.

    Your lips are like a crimson thread,

    and your mouth is lovely.

    Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate

    behind your veil.

    Your neck is like the tower of David,

    built in courses;

    on it hang a thousand bucklers,

    all of them shields of warriors.

    Your two breasts are like two fawns,

    twins of a gazelle,

    that feed among the lilies.

    Until the day breathes

    and the shadows flee,

    I will hasten to the mountain of myrrh

    and the hill of frankincense.

    You are altogether beautiful, my love;

    there is no flaw in you.

    Come with me from Lebanon, my bride;

    come with me from Lebanon.

    Depart from the peak of Amana,

    from the peak of Senir and Hermon,

    from the dens of lions,

    from the mountains of leopards.

    You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride;

    you have ravished my heart with a glance of your eyes,

    with one jewel of your necklace.

    How sweet is your love, my sister, my bride!

    How much better is your love than wine

    and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!

    Your lips distill nectar, my bride;

    honey and milk are under your tongue;

    the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.

    A garden locked is my sister, my bride,

    a garden locked, a fountain sealed.

    Your channel is an orchard of pomegranates

    with all choicest fruits,

    henna with nard,

    nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,

    with all trees of frankincense,

    myrrh and aloes,

    with all chief spices —

    a garden fountain, a well of living water,

    and flowing streams from Lebanon.

    Awake, O north wind,

    and come, O south wind!

    Blow upon my garden

    that its fragrance may be wafted abroad.

    Let my beloved come to his garden

    that he may eat its choicest fruits.

  • Song of Solomon 5 – 6

    I come to my garden, my sister, my bride;

    I gather my myrrh with my spice;

    I eat my honeycomb with my honey;

    I drink my wine with my milk.

    Eat, friends, drink,

    and be drunk with love.

    Another Dream

    I was sleeping, but my heart was awake.

    The sound of my beloved 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 had put off my garment;

    how could I put it on again?

    I had bathed my feet;

    how could I soil them?

    My beloved thrust his hand into the opening,

    and my inmost being yearned for him.

    I arose to open to my beloved,

    and my hands dripped with myrrh,

    my fingers with liquid myrrh,

    upon the handles of the bolt.

    I opened to my beloved,

    but my beloved had turned away and was gone.

    My soul failed me when he spoke.

    I sought him but did not find him;

    I called him, but he gave no answer.

    Making their rounds in the city

    the sentinels found me;

    they beat me; they wounded me;

    they took away my mantle,

    those sentinels of the walls.

    I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

    if you find my beloved,

    tell him this:

    I am faint with love.

    Colloquy of Friends and the Young Woman

    What is your beloved more than another beloved,

    O fairest among women?

    What is your beloved more than another beloved,

    that you thus charge us?

    My beloved is all radiant and ruddy,

    distinguished among ten thousand.

    His head is the finest gold;

    his locks are wavy,

    black as a raven.

    His eyes are like doves

    beside springs of water,

    bathed in milk,

    fitly set.

    His cheeks are like beds of spices,

    yielding fragrance.

    His lips are lilies,

    dripping liquid myrrh.

    His arms are rounded gold,

    set with jewels.

    His body is an ivory panel,

    decorated with sapphires.

    His legs are alabaster columns,

    set upon bases of gold.

    His appearance is like Lebanon,

    choice as the cedars.

    His speech is most sweet,

    and he is altogether desirable.

    This is my beloved, and this is my friend,

    O daughters of Jerusalem.

    Where has your beloved gone,

    O fairest among women?

    Which way has your beloved turned

    that we may seek him with you?

    My beloved has gone down to his garden,

    to the beds of spices,

    to pasture his flock in the gardens

    and to gather lilies.

    I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine;

    he pastures his flock among the lilies.

    The Young Woman’s Matchless Beauty

    You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love,

    comely as Jerusalem,

    terrible as an army with banners.

    Turn away your eyes from me,

    for they overwhelm me!

    Your hair is like a flock of goats,

    moving down the slopes of Gilead.

    Your teeth are like a flock of ewes

    that have come up from the washing;

    all of them bear twins,

    and not one among them is bereaved.

    Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate

    behind your veil.

    There are sixty queens and eighty concubines

    and maidens without number.

    My dove, my perfect one, is the only one,

    the darling of her mother,

    flawless to her who bore her.

    The maidens saw her and called her happy;

    the queens and concubines praised her.

    “Who is this that looks forth like the dawn,

    fair as the moon, bright as the sun,

    terrible as an army with banners?”

    I went down to the nut orchard

    to look at the blossoms of the valley,

    to see whether the vines had budded,

    whether the pomegranates were in bloom.

    Before I was aware, my desire set me

    in a chariot beside my prince.

    Return, return, O Shulammite!

    Return, return, that we may look upon you.

    Why should you look upon the Shulammite,

    as upon a dance before two armies?

  • Song of Solomon 7 – 8

    Expressions of Praise

    How graceful are your feet in sandals,

    O queenly maiden!

    Your rounded thighs are like jewels,

    the work of a master hand.

    Your navel is a rounded bowl;

    may it never lack mixed wine.

    Your belly is a heap of wheat,

    encircled with lilies.

    Your two breasts are like two fawns,

    twins of a gazelle.

    Your neck is like an ivory tower.

    Your eyes are pools in Heshbon,

    by the gate of Bath-rabbim.

    Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon,

    overlooking Damascus.

    Your head crowns you like Carmel,

    and your flowing locks are like purple;

    a king is held captive in the tresses.

    How fair and pleasant you are,

    O loved one, delectable maiden!

    You are stately as a palm tree,

    and your breasts are like its clusters.

    I said, “I will climb the palm tree

    and lay hold of its branches.”

    O may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,

    and the scent of your breath like apples,

    and your kisses like the best wine

    that goes down smoothly,

    gliding over lips and teeth.

    I am my beloved’s,

    and his desire is for me.

    Come, my beloved,

    let us go forth into the fields

    and lodge in the villages;

    let us go out early to the vineyards;

    let us see whether the vines have budded,

    whether the grape blossoms have opened

    and the pomegranates are in bloom.

    There I will give you my love.

    The mandrakes give forth fragrance,

    and over our doors are all choice fruits,

    new as well as old,

    which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.

    O that you were like a brother to me,

    who nursed at my mother’s breast!

    If I met you outside, I would kiss you,

    and no one would despise me.

    I would lead you and bring you

    into my mother’s house

    and into the chamber of the one who bore me.

    I would give you spiced wine to drink,

    from the juice of my pomegranates.

    O that his left hand were under my head

    and that his right hand embraced me!

    I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

    do not stir up or awaken love

    until it is ready!

    Homecoming

    Who is that coming up from the wilderness,

    leaning upon her beloved?

    Under the apple tree I awakened you.

    There your mother was in labor with you;

    there she who bore you was in labor.

    Set me as a seal upon your heart,

    as a seal upon your arm,

    for love is strong as death,

    passion fierce as the grave.

    Its flashes are flashes of fire,

    a raging flame.

    Many waters cannot quench love,

    neither can floods drown it.

    If one offered for love

    all the wealth of one’s house,

    it would be utterly scorned.

    We have a little sister,

    and she has no breasts.

    What shall we do for our sister,

    on the day when she is spoken for?

    If she is a wall,

    we will build upon her a battlement of silver,

    but if she is a door,

    we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

    I was a wall,

    and my breasts were like towers;

    then I was in his eyes

    as one who brings peace.

    Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon;

    he entrusted the vineyard to keepers;

    each one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.

    My vineyard, my very own, is for myself;

    you, O Solomon, may have the thousand

    and the keepers of the fruit two hundred!

    O you who dwell in the gardens,

    my companions are listening for your voice;

    let me hear it.

    Make haste, my beloved,

    and be like a gazelle

    or a young stag

    upon the mountains of spices!

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