925 verses about Desires

“Stolen water is sweet. Food eaten in secret is pleasant.”

Yahweh will not allow the soul of the righteous to go hungry, but he thrusts away the desire of the wicked.

What the wicked fear, will overtake them, but the desire of the righteous will be granted.

The righteousness of the upright shall deliver them, but the unfaithful will be trapped by evil desires.

The desire of the righteous is only good. The expectation of the wicked is wrath.

He who diligently seeks good seeks favor, but he who searches after evil, it shall come to him.

The wicked desires the plunder of evil men, but the root of the righteous flourishes.

By the fruit of his lips, a man enjoys good things; but the unfaithful crave violence.

The soul of the sluggard desires, and has nothing, but the desire of the diligent shall be fully satisfied.

Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but when longing is fulfilled, it is a tree of life.

Longing fulfilled is sweet to the soul, but fools detest turning from evil.

The righteous one eats to the satisfying of his soul, but the belly of the wicked goes hungry.

A man’s heart plans his course, but Yahweh directs his steps.

The appetite of the laboring man labors for him; for his mouth urges him on.

The foolishness of man subverts his way; his heart rages against Yahweh.

There are many plans in a man’s heart, but Yahweh’s counsel will prevail.

That which makes a man to be desired is his kindness. A poor man is better than a liar.

The king’s heart is in Yahweh’s hand like the watercourses. He turns it wherever he desires.

The soul of the wicked desires evil; his neighbor finds no mercy in his eyes.

He who loves pleasure shall be a poor man. He who loves wine and oil shall not be rich.

The desire of the sluggard kills him, for his hands refuse to labor.

A good name is more desirable than great riches, and loving favor is better than silver and gold.

The mouth of an adulteress is a deep pit. He who is under Yahweh’s wrath will fall into it.

put a knife to your throat, if you are a man given to appetite.

Don’t be desirous of his dainties, since they are deceitful food.

Don’t weary yourself to be rich. In your wisdom, show restraint.

Why do you set your eyes on that which is not? For it certainly sprouts wings like an eagle and flies in the sky.

Don’t eat the food of him who has a stingy eye, and don’t crave his delicacies:

Don’t be among ones drinking too much wine, or those who gorge themselves on meat:

My son, give me your heart; and let your eyes keep in my ways.

For a prostitute is a deep pit; and a wayward wife is a narrow well.

Yes, she lies in wait like a robber, and increases the unfaithful among men.

Don’t be envious of evil men; neither desire to be with them:

Have you found honey? Eat as much as is sufficient for you, lest you eat too much, and vomit it.

It is not good to eat much honey; nor is it honorable to seek one’s own honor.

A full soul loathes a honeycomb; but to a hungry soul, every bitter thing is sweet.

Sheol and Abaddon are never satisfied; and a man’s eyes are never satisfied.

One who works his land will have an abundance of food; but one who chases fantasies will have his fill of poverty.

One who is greedy stirs up strife; but one who trusts in Yahweh will prosper.

“Two things I have asked of you; don’t deny me before I die:

Remove far from me falsehood and lies. Give me neither poverty nor riches. Feed me with the food that is needful for me;

“The leach has two daughters: ‘Give, give.’ “There are three things that are never satisfied; four that don’t say, ‘Enough:’

Sheol, the barren womb; the earth that is not satisfied with water; and the fire that doesn’t say, ‘Enough.’

“Vanity of vanities,” says the Preacher; “Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.”

All things are full of weariness beyond uttering. The eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.

I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and behold, all is vanity and a chasing after wind.

I said in my heart, “Come now, I will test you with mirth: therefore enjoy pleasure”; and behold, this also was vanity.

I also gathered silver and gold for myself, and the treasure of kings and of the provinces. I got myself male and female singers, and the delights of the sons of men—musical instruments, and that of all sorts.

Whatever my eyes desired, I didn’t keep from them. I didn’t withhold my heart from any joy, for my heart rejoiced because of all my labor, and this was my portion from all my labor.

Then I looked at all the works that my hands had worked, and at the labor that I had labored to do; and behold, all was vanity and a chasing after wind, and there was no profit under the sun.

Better is a handful, with quietness, than two handfuls with labor and chasing after wind.

There is one who is alone, and he has neither son nor brother. There is no end to all of his labor, neither are his eyes satisfied with wealth. “For whom then, do I labor, and deprive my soul of enjoyment?” This also is vanity. Yes, it is a miserable business.

There was no end of all the people, even of all them over whom he was—yet those who come after shall not rejoice in him. Surely this also is vanity and a chasing after wind.

He who loves silver shall not be satisfied with silver; nor he who loves abundance, with increase: this also is vanity.

a man to whom God gives riches, wealth, and honor, so that he lacks nothing for his soul of all that he desires, yet God gives him no power to eat of it, but an alien eats it. This is vanity, and it is an evil disease.

All the labor of man is for his mouth, and yet the appetite is not filled.

Better is the sight of the eyes than the wandering of the desire. This also is vanity and a chasing after wind.

Rejoice, young man, in your youth, and let your heart cheer you in the days of your youth, and walk in the ways of your heart, and in the sight of your eyes; but know that for all these things God will bring you into judgment.

yes, they shall be afraid of heights, and terrors will be on the way; and the almond tree shall blossom, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail; because man goes to his everlasting home, and the mourners go about the streets:

“Vanity of vanities,” says the Preacher. “All is vanity!”

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for your love is better than wine.

Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured out, therefore the virgins love you.

Take me away with you. Let us hurry. The king has brought me into his rooms. Friends We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! Beloved They are right to love you.

We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver. Beloved

While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.

My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.

My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi. Lover

As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste.

Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am faint with love.

I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

My beloved is like a roe or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.

My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.

Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.

By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.

I will get up now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.

I had scarcely passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother’s house, into the room of her who conceived me.

I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.

Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.

How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!

Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,

Awake, north wind; and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.

I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?

My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.

I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends

How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us? Beloved

His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.

His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.

His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.

Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? Beloved

My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies,

Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots. Friends