אָהַב אָהֵב

Whoso loveth instruction loveth knowledge: but he that hateth reproof is brutish.

He that spareth his rod hateth his son: but he that loveth him chasteneth him betimes.

The poor is hated even of his own neighbour: but the rich hath many friends.

The way of the wicked is an abomination unto the LORD: but he loveth him that followeth after righteousness.

A scorner loveth not one that reproveth him: neither will he go unto the wise.

Righteous lips are the delight of kings; and they love him that speaketh right.

A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.

He loveth transgression that loveth strife: and he that exalteth his gate seeketh destruction.

Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.

A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly: and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.

He that getteth wisdom loveth his own soul: he that keepeth understanding shall find good.

Love not sleep, lest thou come to poverty; open thine eyes, and thou shalt be satisfied with bread.

He that loveth pleasure shall be a poor man: he that loveth wine and oil shall not be rich.

He that loveth pureness of heart, for the grace of his lips the king shall be his friend.

Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.

Whoso loveth wisdom rejoiceth his father: but he that keepeth company with harlots spendeth his substance.

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

He that loveth silver shall not be satisfied with silver; nor he that loveth abundance with increase: this is also vanity.

Live joyfully with the wife whom thou lovest all the days of the life of thy vanity, which he hath given thee under the sun, all the days of thy vanity: for that is thy portion in this life, and in thy labour which thou takest under the sun.

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?

By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.