דָּבָר אַחֵר, עֵת לָלֶדֶת, מֵעֵת לָלֶדֶת הִיא עֵת לָמוּת, מִשָּׁעָה שֶׁאָדָם נוֹלָד הוּא נִגְזַר עָלָיו כַּמָּה שָׁנִים יִחְיֶה, אִם זָכָה הוּא מַשְׁלִים אֶת שְׁנוֹתָיו אִם לָאו פּוֹחֲתִין לוֹ מֵהֶם, דִּכְתִיב (משלי י, כז): יִרְאַת ה' תּוֹסִיף יָמִים וּשְׁנוֹת רְשָׁעִים תִּקְצֹרְנָה, כָּךְ דִּבְרֵי רַבִּי עֲקִיבָא. וְרַבָּנָן אָמְרִין אִם זָכָה מוֹסִיפִין לוֹ עַל שְׁנוֹתָיו, אִם לָאו פּוֹחֲתִין לוֹ מִשְּׁנוֹתָיו, אִם זָכָה מוֹסִיפִין לוֹ, שֶׁנֶּאֱמַר (ישעיה לח, ה):
Another matter, “a time to be born” – from the time to be born, it is the time to die. From the moment that a person is born, it is decreed upon him how many years he will live. If he merits, he will complete his years. If not, his life will be shortened, as it is written: “The fear of the Lord will increase days, but the years of the wicked will be shortened” (Proverbs 10:27). This is the opinion of Rabbi Akiva. The Rabbis say: If he merits, his life will be extended; if not, his life will be shortened. If he merits, his life will be extended, as it is stated: “Behold, I will add fifteen years to your days” (Isaiah 38:5)
Now that we have analyzed the opening text of Ecclesiastes, let's look at a few poems, quotes and songs that have connections.
אָדָם בְּחַיָּיו (יהודה עמיחי)
אָדָם בְּחַיָּיו אֵין לוֹ זְמַן שֶׁיִּהְיֶה לוֹ
זְמַן לַכֹּל.
וְאֵין לוֹ עֵת שֶׁתִּהְיֶה לוֹ עֵת
לְכָל חֵפֶץ. קֹהֶלֶת לֹא צָדַק כְּשֶׁאָמַר כָּךְ.
אָדָם צָרִיךְ לִשְׂנֹא וְלֶאֱהֹב בְּבַת אַחַת,
בְּאוֹתָן עֵינַיִם לִבְכּוֹת וּבְאוֹתָן עֵינַיִם לִצְחֹק
בְּאוֹתָן יָדַיִם לִזְרֹק אֲבָנִים
וּבְאוֹתָן יָדַיִם לֶאֱסֹף אוֹתָן,
לַעֲשׂוֹת אַהֲבָה בַּמִּלְחָמָה וּמִלְחָמָה בָּאַהֲבָה.
וְלִשְׂנֹא וְלִסְלֹחַ וְלִזְכֹּר וְלִשְׁכֹּחַ
וּלְסַדֵּר וּלְבַלְבֵּל וְלֶאֱכֹל וּלְעַכֵּל
אֶת מַה שֶּׁהִיסְטוֹרְיָה אֲרֻכָּה
עוֹשָׂה בְּשָׁנִים רַבּוֹת מְאֹד
אָדָם בְּחַיָּיו אֵין לוֹ זְמַן.
כְּשֶׁהוּא מְאַבֵּד הוּא מְחַפֵּשׂ
כְּשֶׁהוּא מוֹצֵא הוּא שׁוֹכֵחַ,
כְּשֶׁהוּא שׁוֹכֵחַ הוּא אוֹהֵב
וּכְשֶׁהוּא אוֹהֵב הוּא מַתְחִיל לִשְׁכֹּח
וְנַפְשׁוֹ לְמוּדָה,
וְנַפְשׁוֹ מִקְצוֹעִית מְאֹד
רַק גּוּפוֹ נִשְׁאַר חוֹבֵב
תָּמִיד. מְנַסֶּה וְטוֹעֶה
לֹא לוֹמֵד וּמִתְבַּלְבֵּל
שִׁכּוֹר וְעִוֵּר בְּתַעֲנוּגוֹתָיו וּבְמַכְאוֹבָיו.
מוֹת תְּאֵנִים יָמוּת בַּסְּתָו
מְצֻמָּק וּמְלֵא עַצְמוֹ וּמָתוֹק,
הֶעָלִים מִתְיַבְּשִׁים עַל הָאֲדָמָה,
וְהָעֲנָפִים הָעֲרֻמִּים כְּבָר מַצְבִּיעִים
אֶל הַמָּקוֹם שֶׁבּוֹ זְמַן לַכֹּל.
A Man In His Life (Yehuda Amichai)
A man doesn't have time in his life
to have time for everything.
He doesn't have seasons enough to have
a season for every purpose. Ecclesiastes
Was wrong about that.
A man needs to love and to hate at the same moment,
to laugh and cry with the same eyes,
with the same hands to throw stones and to gather them,
to make love in war and war in love.
And to hate and forgive and remember and forget,
to arrange and confuse, to eat and to digest
what history
takes years and years to do.
A man doesn't have time.
When he loses he seeks, when he finds
he forgets, when he forgets he loves, when he loves
he begins to forget.
And his soul is seasoned, his soul
is very professional.
Only his body remains forever
an amateur. It tries and it misses,
gets muddled, doesn't learn a thing,
drunk and blind in its pleasures
and its pains.
He will die as figs die in autumn,
Shriveled and full of himself and sweet,
the leaves growing dry on the ground,
the bare branches pointing to the place
where there's time for everything.
מצוה גדולה להיות בשמחה תמיד.
Rabbi Nachman of Breslov:
It is a great mitzvah to always be in a state of happines.
Turn, Turn, Turn -The Byrds
To everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under Heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under Heaven
A time to buid up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
To everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under Heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing
To everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under Heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rain, a time of sow
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late
Seasons of Love -Rent
Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets
In midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles
In laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? (x3)
Measure in love
Seasons of love (x2)
Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?
In truths that she learned
Or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned
Or the way that she died
It's time now to sing out
Though the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love
Remember the love, remember the love
The Circle Game -Joni Mitchell
Yesterday a child came out to wander
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
And the seasons, they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look
Behind, from where we came
And go round and round and round, in the circle game
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like, "When you're older" must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams
And the seasons, they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look
Behind, from where we came
And go round and round and round, in the circle game
16 springs and 16 summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels through the town
And they tell him, "Take your time, it won't be long now
'Til you drag your feet to slow the circles down"
And the seasons, they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look
Behind, from where we came
And go round and round and round, in the circle game
So the years spin by and now the boy is 20
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through
And the seasons, they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look
Behind, from where we came
And go round and round and round, in the circle game
And go round and round and round, in the circle game
Here's to the ones that we got
Cheers to the wish you were here, but you're not
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
Of everything we've been through
Toast to the ones here today
Toast to the ones that we lost on the way
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
And the memories bring back, memories bring back you
There's a time that I remember, when I did not know no pain
When I believed in forever, and everything would stay the same
Now my heart feel like December when somebody say your name
'Cause I can't reach out to call you, but I know I will one day, yeah
Everybody hurts sometimes
Everybody hurts someday, ayy ayy
But everything gon' be alright
Go and raise a glass and say, ayy
Here's to the ones that we got
Cheers to the wish you were here, but you're not
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
Of everything we've been through
Toast to the ones here today
Toast to the ones that we lost on the way
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
And the memories bring back, memories bring back you
Doo doo, doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo
Memories bring back, memories bring back you
There's a time that I remember when I never felt so lost
When I felt all of the hatred was too powerful to stop (ooh, yeah)
Now my heart feel like an ember and it's lighting up the dark
I'll carry these torches for ya that you know I'll never drop, yeah
Everybody hurts sometimes
Everybody hurts someday, ayy ayy
But everything gon' be alright
Go and raise a glass and say, ayy
Here's to the ones that we got (oh)
Cheers to the wish you were here, but you're not
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
Of everything we've been through (no, no)
Toast to the ones here today (ayy)
Toast to the ones that we lost on the way
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories (ayy)
And the memories bring back, memories bring back you
Doo doo, doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo
Memories bring back, memories bring back you
Doo doo, doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo (ooh, yeah)
Memories bring back, memories bring back you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, doh, doh
Memories bring back, memories bring back you
Circle of Life - Elton John
From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There's more to be seen than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done
Some say eat or be eaten
Some say live and let live
But all are agreed as they join the stampede
You should never take more than you give
(Chorus) In the Circle of Life It's the wheel of fortune
It's the leap of faith It's the band of hope
Till we find our place On the path unwinding
In the Circle, the Circle of Life
Some of us fall by the wayside
And some of us soar to the stars
And some of us sail through our troubles
And some have to live with the scars
There's far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling high
Through the sapphire sky
Keeps the great and small on the endless round
(Chorus repeats) On the path unwinding In the Circle, the Circle of Life.