The full soul loathes an honeycomb; but to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.
The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.
My son, eat you honey, because it is good; and the honeycomb, which is sweet to your taste:
Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.
As a bird that wanders from her nest, so is a man that wanders from his place.
And the people spoke against God, and against Moses, Why have you brought us up out of Egypt to die in the wilderness? for there is no bread, neither is there any water; and our soul loathes this light bread.
There is a lad here, which has five barley loaves, and two small fishes: but what are they among so many?