Richard Challoner
Reformation and later · AD 1500 onward · d. AD 1781 · 798 passages across 38 books
Commentary
The spider taketh hold with her hands, and is in kings' palaces.
The words of king Lemuel, the prophecy that his mother taught him.
She maketh fine linen, and selleth it; and delivereth girdles unto the merchant.
The words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem.
For that which befalleth the sons of men befalleth beasts; even one thing befalleth them: as the one dieth, so dieth the other; yea, they have all one breath; so that a man hath no preeminence above a beast: for all is vanity.
Who knoweth the spirit of man that goeth upward, and the spirit of the beast that goeth downward to the earth?
The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning; but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth.
Be not over much wicked, neither be thou foolish: why shouldest thou die before thy time?
It is good that thou shouldest take hold of this; yea, also from this withdraw not thine hand: for he that feareth God shall come forth of them all.
Then I commended mirth, because a man hath no better thing under the sun, than to eat, and to drink, and to be merry: for that shall abide with him of his labour the days of his life, which God giveth him under the sun.
For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not any thing, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten.
If the clouds be full of rain, they empty themselves upon the earth: and if the tree fall toward the south, or toward the north, in the place where the tree falleth, there it shall be.
While the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars, be not darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain:
Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man.
For God shall bring every work into judgment, with every secret thing, whether it be good, or whether it be evil.
The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.
Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?