Solomon composed 3,000 proverbs, and his songs numbered 1,005.

他作箴言三千句，诗歌一千零五首。

他作箴言三千句，诗歌一千零五首。

他作箴言三千句，诗歌一千零五首。

所罗门写下箴言三千句，作诗歌一千零五首。

他说了箴言三千句，他的诗歌有一千零五首；

他作箴言三千句，詩歌一千零五首。

他作箴言三千句，詩歌一千零五首。

他作箴言三千句，詩歌一千零五首。

所羅門寫下箴言三千句，作詩歌一千零五首。

他說了箴言三千句，他的詩歌有一千零五首；

他說過箴言三千句；他的詩歌有一千零五首。

所羅門作箴三千言、作詩千有五篇、

所羅門作諺三千言、作詩千有五篇、

所羅門作箴言三千語、作詩一千有五篇、

He spoke three thousand proverbs and his songs numbered a thousand and five.

He spoke 3,000 proverbs. He wrote 1,005 songs.

He also spoke 3,000 proverbs, and his songs were 1,005.

He composed some 3,000 proverbs and wrote 1,005 songs.

Solomon spoke 3,000 proverbs, and his songs numbered 1,005.

He also told three thousand proverbs, and his songs numbered 1,005.

He spoke three thousand proverbs, and his songs were one thousand and five.

And he spake three thousand proverbs; and his songs were a thousand and five.

And he spake three thousand proverbs: and his songs were a thousand and five.

He composed 3,000 proverbs and 1,005 songs.

He spoke three thousand proverbs; and his songs numbered one thousand five.

In addition to the Teacher being a wise man, he constantly taught the people knowledge; he weighed, explored, and arranged many proverbs.

so that what was spoken through the prophet might be fulfilled: I will open My mouth in parables; I will declare things kept secret from the foundation of the world.

Solomon’s Finest Song.Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.The fragrance of your perfume is intoxicating; your name is perfume poured out. No wonder young women adore you.Take me with you— let us hurry. Oh, that the king would bring me to his chambers. We will rejoice and be glad for you; we will praise your love more than wine. It is only right that they adore you.Daughters of Jerusalem, I am dark like the tents of Kedar, yet lovely like the curtains of Solomon.Do not stare at me because I am dark, for the sun has gazed on me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; they made me a keeper of the vineyards. I have not kept my own vineyard.Tell me, you, the one I love: Where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you let them rest at noon? Why should I be like one who veils herself beside the flocks of your companions?If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the flock, and pasture your young goats near the shepherds’ tents.I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.Your cheeks are beautiful with jewelry, your neck with its necklace.We will make gold jewelry for you, accented with silver.While the king is on his couch, my perfume releases its fragrance.My love is a sachet of myrrh to me, spending the night between my breasts.My love is a cluster of henna blossoms to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.How beautiful you are, my darling. How very beautiful! Your eyes are doves.How handsome you are, my love. How delightful! Our bed is lush with foliage;the beams of our house are cedars, and our rafters are cypresses.

The proverbs of Solomon son of David, king of Israel:For learning what wisdom and discipline are; for understanding insightful sayings;for receiving wise instruction in righteousness, justice, and integrity;for teaching shrewdness to the inexperienced, knowledge and discretion to a young man—a wise man will listen and increase his learning, and a discerning man will obtain guidance—for understanding a proverb or a parable, the words of the wise, and their riddles.The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge; fools despise wisdom and discipline.Listen, my son, to your father’s instruction, and don’t reject your mother’s teaching,for they will be a garland of grace on your head and a gold chain around your neck.My son, if sinners entice you, don’t be persuaded.If they say—“ Come with us! Let’s set an ambush and kill someone. Let’s attack some innocent person just for fun!Let’s swallow them alive, like Sheol, still healthy as they go down to the Pit.We’ll find all kinds of valuable property and fill our houses with plunder.Throw in your lot with us, and we’ll all share our money”—my son, don’t travel that road with them or set foot on their path,because their feet run toward trouble and they hurry to commit murder.It is foolish to spread a net where any bird can see it,but they set an ambush to kill themselves; they attack their own lives.Such are the paths of all who make profit dishonestly; it takes the lives of those who receive it.Wisdom calls out in the street; she raises her voice in the public squares.She cries out above the commotion; she speaks at the entrance of the city gates:“ How long, foolish ones, will you love ignorance? How long will you mockers enjoy mocking and you fools hate knowledge?If you respond to my warning, then I will pour out my spirit on you and teach you my words.Since I called out and you refused, extended my hand and no one paid attention,since you neglected all my counsel and did not accept my correction,I, in turn, will laugh at your calamity. I will mock when terror strikes you,when terror strikes you like a storm and your calamity comes like a whirlwind, when trouble and stress overcome you.Then they will call me, but I won’t answer; they will search for me, but won’t find me.Because they hated knowledge, didn’t choose to fear the Lord,were not interested in my counsel, and rejected all my correction,they will eat the fruit of their way and be glutted with their own schemes.