One who is full loathes honeycomb, but to one who is hungry every bitter thing is sweet.
My soul refuses to touch them; they are like sickening food to me.
Eat honey, my son, for it is good, and honeycomb is sweet to your taste.
Faithful are the wounds of a friend, but excessive the kisses of an enemy.
Like a bird that strays from its nest is a man that wanders from his home.
The people spoke against God and Moses: “Why have you brought us from Egypt to die in the wilderness, because there is no bread, no water, and our very spirits detest the despicable food?
“There’s a boy here who has five barley loaves and two fish—but what’s that for so many?”