Faithful are the wounds of a lover, And abundant the kisses of an enemy.
The righteous doth beat me `in' kindness. And doth reprove me, Oil of the head my head disalloweth not, For still my prayer `is' about their vexations.
Whoso is covering hatred with lying lips, And whoso is bringing out an evil report is a fool.
The bandages of a wound thou removest with the evil, Also the plagues of the inner parts of the heart!
A satiated soul treadeth down a honeycomb, And `to' a hungry soul every bitter thing `is' sweet.
Whoso is reproving a man afterwards findeth grace, More than a flatterer with the tongue.
for they, indeed, for a few days, according to what seemed good to them, were chastening, but He for profit, to be partakers of His separation;
`As many as I love, I do convict and chasten; be zealous, then, and reform;