Time to born and die,
Time to kill and heal,
Time to break down and time to build up.
Time to weep and laugh,
Time to mourn and dance,
Time to seek and loose,
Time to keep and cast away.

For everything there a season,
And for every matter under heaven.

Time to rend and sew,
Time to love - to hate,
Time for war - for peace,
And time cast away.
Time to keep silence
And time to speak,
Time cast away stones
And to gather stones together

For everything there a season,
And for every matter under heaven.

What gain has the worker from his toil?

Time to plant
And pluck up what is planted,
Time to embrance
And time to reffrain from embrancing,

For everything there a season,
And for every matter under heaven.