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_04_read.txt | 18 ++++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 18 insertions(+) create mode 100644 bible/base_files/engBBE_023_SNG_04_read.txt (limited to 'bible/base_files/engBBE_023_SNG_04_read.txt') diff --git a/bible/base_files/engBBE_023_SNG_04_read.txt b/bible/base_files/engBBE_023_SNG_04_read.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..706e569 --- /dev/null +++ b/bible/base_files/engBBE_023_SNG_04_read.txt @@ -0,0 +1,18 @@ +Song of Solomon. +Chapter 4. +See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead. +Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young. +Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil. +Your neck is like the tower of David made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men. +Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies. +Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. +You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you. +Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards. +You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck! +How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume! +Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon. +A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped. +The produce of the garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard, +Spikenard and safron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices. +You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon. +Be awake, O north wind; and come, O south, blowing on my garden, so that its spices may come out. Let my loved one come into his garden, and take of his good fruits. -- cgit v1.2.3