He who is sated loathes honey, but to one who is hungry everything bitter is sweet.
My appetite refuses to touch them; they are as food that is loathsome to me.
My son, eat honey, for it is good, and the drippings of the honeycomb are sweet to your taste.
Faithful are the wounds of a friend; profuse are the kisses of an enemy.
Like a bird that strays from its nest, is a man who strays from his home.
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 food and no water, and we loathe this worthless food.”
“There is a lad here who has five barley loaves and two fish; but what are they among so many?”