Faithful are the wounds of a friend: But the kisses of an enemy are profuse.
Let the righteous smite me, it shall be a kindness; And let him reprove me, it shall be as oil upon the head; Let not my head refuse it: For even in their wickedness shall my prayer continue.
He that hideth hatred is of lying lips; And he that uttereth a slander is a fool.
Stripes that wound cleanse away evil: And strokes reach the innermost parts of the belly.
The full soul loatheth an honeycomb: But to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.
He that rebuketh a man shall afterward find more favour Than he that flattereth with the tongue.
For they verily for a few days chastened us as seemed good to them; but he for our profit, that we may be partakers of his holiness.
As many as I love, I reprove and chasten: be zealous therefore, and repent.