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_08_read.txt | 16 ++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 16 insertions(+) create mode 100644 bible/base_files/engBBE_023_SNG_08_read.txt (limited to 'bible/base_files/engBBE_023_SNG_08_read.txt') diff --git a/bible/base_files/engBBE_023_SNG_08_read.txt b/bible/base_files/engBBE_023_SNG_08_read.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e3e727d --- /dev/null +++ b/bible/base_files/engBBE_023_SNG_08_read.txt @@ -0,0 +1,16 @@ +Song of Solomon. +Chapter 8. +Oh that you were my brother, who took milk from my mother's breasts! When I came to you in the street, I would give you kisses; yes, I would not be looked down on. +I would take you by the hand into my mother's house, and she would be my teacher. I would give you drink of spiced wine, drink of the pomegranate. +His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand about me. +I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready. +Who is this, who comes up from the waste places, resting on her loved one? It was I who made you awake under the apple-tree, where your mother gave you birth; there she was in pain at your birth. +Put me as a sign on your heart, as a sign on your arm; love is strong as death, and wrath bitter as the underworld: its coals are coals of fire; violent are its flames. +Much water may not put out love, or the deep waters overcome it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would be judged a price not great enough. +We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man? +If she is a wall, we will make on her a strong base of silver; and if she is a door, we will let her be shut up with cedar-wood. +I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come. +Solomon had a vine-garden at Baal-hamon; he let out the vine-garden to keepers; every one had to give a thousand bits of silver for its fruit. +My vine-garden, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, will have the thousand, and those who keep the fruit of them two hundred. +You who have your resting-place in the gardens, the friends give ear to your voice; make me give ear to it. +Come quickly, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of spice. -- cgit v1.2.3