Is there in my tongue perverseness? Discerneth not my palate desirable things?
And he discerneth it, and saith, `My son's coat! an evil beast hath devoured him; torn -- torn is Joseph!'
And thou sayest, `Pure `is' my discourse, And clean I have been in Thine eyes.'
Doth not the ear try words? And the palate taste food for itself?
For the ear doth try words, And the palate tasteth to eat.
Eaten is an insipid thing without salt? Is there sense in the drivel of dreams?
and of perfect men is the strong food, who because of the use are having the senses exercised, unto the discernment both of good and of evil.