From the fruit of his lips a man enjoys good things.
I saw under the sun the place of judgment, that wickedness was there; and the place of righteousness, that iniquity was there.
Comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love.
Then the dust will return to the earth as it was, and the spirit will return to God who gave it.
That, who keeps his mouth, keeps his Soul.
Love is as strong as death; its jealousy as unyielding as the grave. It burns like a blazing fire; like a mighty flame. Many waters cannot quench love, rivers cannot wash it away