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.
“As many as I love, I reprove and discipline. So be ardent and repent.
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.
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.