A satedmanloatheshoney,But to a famishedmananybitterthingis sweet.
"My soulrefusesto touch[them]; They are like loathsomefoodto me.
My son,eathoney,for it is good,Yes, the honeyfrom the combis sweetto your taste;
Faithfulare the woundsof a friend,But deceitfulare the kissesof an enemy.
Like a birdthat wandersfrom her nest,Sois a manwho wandersfrom his home.
The peoplespokeagainst Godand Moses,"Whyhave you broughtus up out of Egyptto diein the wilderness?For thereis nofoodand nowater,and we loathethis miserablefood."
"There is a ladherewhohasfivebarleyloavesand twofish,but whatare thesefor so many people?"
