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_06_read.txt | 15 +++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 15 insertions(+) create mode 100644 bible/base_files/engBBE_023_SNG_06_read.txt (limited to 'bible/base_files/engBBE_023_SNG_06_read.txt') diff --git a/bible/base_files/engBBE_023_SNG_06_read.txt b/bible/base_files/engBBE_023_SNG_06_read.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4b2664a --- /dev/null +++ b/bible/base_files/engBBE_023_SNG_06_read.txt @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ +Song of Solomon. +Chapter 6. +Where is your loved one gone, O most fair among women? Where is your loved one turned away, that we may go looking for him with you? +My loved one is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to take food in the gardens, and to get lilies. +I am for my loved one, and my loved one is for me; he takes food among the lilies. +You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags. +Let your eyes be turned away from me; see, they have overcome me; 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 which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young. +Like pomegranate fruit are the sides of your head under your veil. +There are sixty queens, and eighty servant-wives, and young girls without number. +My dove, my very beautiful one, is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the dearest one of her who gave her birth. The daughters saw her, and gave her a blessing; yes, the queens and the servant-wives, and they gave her praises. +Who is she, looking down as the morning light, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, who is to be feared like an army with flags? +I went down into the garden of nuts to see the green plants of the valley, and to see if the vine was in bud, and the pomegranate-trees were in flower. +Before I was conscious of it, ... +Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, so that our eyes may see you. What will you see in the Shulammite? A sword-dance. -- cgit v1.2.3