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The whole I have considered in the days of my vanity. There is a righteous one perishing in his righteousness, and there is a wrong-doer prolonging `himself' in his wrong.

הֶבְלִ֑י (י) i “my”

I have turned round, also my heart, to know and to search, and to seek out wisdom, and reason, and to know the wrong of folly, and of foolishness the madness.

וְלִבִּי֙ (י֙) i “my”

(that still my soul had sought, and I had not found), One man, a teacher, I have found, and a woman among all these I have not found.

נַפְשִׁ֖י (י) i “my”

All this I have seen so as to give my heart to every work that hath been done under the sun; a time that man hath ruled over man to his own evil.

לִבִּ֔י (י) i “my”

When I gave my heart to know wisdom and to see the business that hath been done on the earth, (for there is also a spectator in whose eyes sleep is not by day and by night),

לִבִּי֙ (י֙) i “my”

But all this I have laid unto my heart, so as to clear up the whole of this, that the righteous and the wise, and their works, `are' in the hand of God, neither love nor hatred doth man know, the whole `is' before them.

לִבִּי֙ (י֙) i “my”

And further, from these, my son, be warned; the making of many books hath no end, and much study `is' a weariness of the flesh.

בְּנִ֣י (י) i “my”

Fear me not, because I `am' very dark, Because the sun hath scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard -- my own -- I have not kept.

אִמִּ֣י (י) i “my”כַּרְמִ֥י (י) i “my”

Declare to me, thou whom my soul hath loved, Where thou delightest, Where thou liest down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks of thy companions?

נַפְשִׁ֔י (י) i “my”

To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,

לְסֻסָתִי֙ (י֙) i “my”רַעְיָתִֽי׃ (י) i “my”

While the king `is' in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.

נִרְדִּ֖י (י) i “my”

A bundle of myrrh `is' my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.

דּוֹדִי֙ (י֙) i “my”שָׁדַ֖י (י) i “my”

A cluster of cypress `is' my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!

דּוֹדִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, Lo, thou `art' fair, thine eyes `are' doves!

רַעְיָתִ֔י (י) i “my”

Lo, thou `art' fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch `is' green,

דוֹדִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

So `is' my friend among the daughters!

רַעְיָתִ֖י (י) i “my”

As a citron among trees of the forest, So `is' my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit `is' sweet to my palate.

דּוֹדִ֖י (י) i “my”לְחִכִּֽי׃ (י) i “my”

His left hand `is' under my head, And his right doth embrace me.

לְרֹאשִׁ֔י (י) i “my”

The voice of my beloved! lo, this -- he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

דּוֹדִ֔י (י) i “my”

My beloved `is' like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this -- he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.

דוֹדִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

My beloved hath answered and said to me, `Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,

דוֹדִ֖י (י) i “my”רַעְיָתִ֥י (י) i “my”יָפָתִ֖י (י) i “my”

The fig-tree hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away.

רַעְיָתִ֥י (י) i “my”יָפָתִ֖י (י) i “my”

My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice `is' sweet, and thy appearance comely.

יוֹנָתִ֞י (י) i “my”

My beloved `is' mine, and I `am' his, Who is delighting among the lilies,

דּוֹדִ֥י (י) i “my”

Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!

דוֹדִ֜י (י) i “my”