From 9a39da15012067fb7cc2966d219942d1f409ac7b Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Patrick Kingston Date: Wed, 21 Jan 2026 23:43:14 -0500 Subject: Start work on encoding bible - Get bible text - Write code to generate huffman encoding --- bible/base_files/engBBE_023_SNG_02_read.txt | 19 +++++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 19 insertions(+) create mode 100644 bible/base_files/engBBE_023_SNG_02_read.txt (limited to 'bible/base_files/engBBE_023_SNG_02_read.txt') diff --git a/bible/base_files/engBBE_023_SNG_02_read.txt b/bible/base_files/engBBE_023_SNG_02_read.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2b56423 --- /dev/null +++ b/bible/base_files/engBBE_023_SNG_02_read.txt @@ -0,0 +1,19 @@ +Song of Solomon. +Chapter 2. +I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys. +As the lily-flower among the thorns of the waste, so is my love among the daughters. +As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my loved one among the sons. I took my rest under his shade with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. +He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love. +Make me strong with wine-cakes, let me be comforted with apples; I am overcome with love. +His left hand is under my head, and his right hand is round about me. +I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready. +The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on the hills. +My loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces. +My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away. +For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; +The flowers are come on the earth; the time of cutting the vines is come, and the voice of the dove is sounding in our land; +The fig-tree puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my beautiful one, and come away. +O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair. +Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes. +My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers. +Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether. -- cgit v1.2.3