The wounds of a friend are true, But the kisses of an enemy are profuse.
Let the righteous one smite me Or reprove me in kindness – It is oil on my head. Let my head not refuse it. My prayer is still against their evil deeds.
He who hides hatred has lying lips, And he who sends out a slander is a fool.
The blows that wound cleanse away evil, And strokes the inner parts of the heart.
One satisfied loathes the honeycomb, But to a hungry one any bitter food is sweet.
He who reproves a man finds more favour afterward Than he who flatters with the tongue.
For they indeed disciplined us for a few days as seemed best to them, but He does it for our profit, so that we might share His apartness.
“As many as I love, I reprove and discipline. So be ardent and repent.