A full soul loathes honey, but to a hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.
My soul refuses to touch them; they are like loathsome food to me.
My son, eat honey, for it is good, and the honeycomb which is sweet to your taste.
Faithful are the wounds of a friend, but deceitful are the kisses of an enemy.
Like a bird that strays from her nest, so is a man who strays from his home.
The people spoke against God and against Moses, “Why have you brought us up from Egypt to die in the wilderness? For there is no bread or water, and our soul loathes this worthless manna.”
“There is a boy here who has five barley loaves and two small fish. But what are they among so many?”