and lays the beams of the upper rooms of his palace on the rain clouds. He makes the clouds his chariot, and travels along on the wings of the wind.

hands, but cannot touch, feet, but cannot walk. They cannot even clear their throats.

A song of ascents, by David. I was glad because they said to me, “We will go to the Lord’s temple.”

As for those who are bent on traveling a sinful path, may the Lord remove them, along with those who behave wickedly! May Israel experience peace!

Even when I must walk in the midst of danger, you revive me. You oppose my angry enemies, and your right hand delivers me.

If they say, “Come with us! We will lie in wait to shed blood; we will ambush an innocent person capriciously.

Do not say to your neighbor, “Go! Return tomorrow and I will give it,” when you have it with you at the time.

But the path of the righteous is like the bright morning light, growing brighter and brighter until full day.

When you walk about, they will guide you; when you lie down, they will watch over you; when you wake up, they will talk to you.

Suddenly he went after her like an ox that goes to the slaughter, like a stag prancing into a trapper’s snare

The scorner does not love one who corrects him; he will not go to the wise.

Do not look on the wine when it is red, when it sparkles in the cup, when it goes down smoothly.

So what advantage does a wise man have over a fool? And what advantage does a pauper gain by knowing how to survive?

It is better to be content with what the eyes can see than for one’s heart always to crave more. This continual longing is futile – like chasing the wind.

Even when a fool walks along the road he lacks sense, and shows everyone what a fool he is.

I have seen slaves on horseback and princes walking on foot like slaves.

The toil of a stupid fool wears him out, because he does not even know the way to the city.

The Lover to His Beloved: My lover spoke to me, saying: “Arise, my darling; My beautiful one, come away with me!

The Maidens to the Beloved: Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned? Tell us, that we may seek him with you.

May your mouth be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding gently over our lips as we sleep together.