(Ecclesiastes Ch. 3)
TO every worldly thing a season is;
A time to every purpose under heaven;
A time for being born, a time for death,
A time to plant the herb, a time to reap,
A time to kill, and eke a time to cure,
A time to break down and a time to build,
A time for weeping and a time for mirth,
A time for mourning and a time to dance,
A time to clear away the scattered stones,
A time to gather them in tidy heaps;
A time when people may each one embrace,
A time from such embracing to refrain,
A time for getting and a time for loss,
A time to keep, a time to throw away,
A time to tear one’s clothes, a time to mend,
A time for keeping still, a time to speak,
A time to love, and yet a time to hate;
A time of war, a time of welcome peace;
What profit hath the man that lays his store
By that for which he laboureth in vain?
I know the travail which the Father gives
Unto the sons of men for exercise.
Although He hath made everything so fair,
Yet men cannot because of worldly thoughts
Appreciate what God hath done. I know
That there is only virtue in such things
When man rejoices in them and does good.
Also I know that man should eat and drink
Enjoying what his labour brings, for such
Are to be reckoned as the gifts of God.
I know that whatsoever God hath done
It is for ever: none can add to it,
And none can take away, and it doth stand
As a memorial to God that men
Should recognise His handiwork, and fear.
That which hath been from old is present now,
And that which is to be already is
And hath been from the time the world began.
And God in wisdom still requireth that
Which we in ignorance regard as past;
And He that is the great “I AM” is all
In all, past, present, future, time itself.