“Are the consolations of God [as we have interpreted them to you] too trivial for you,
[Or] were we too gentle toward you [in our first speech] to be effective?

Whom I -- I see on my side, And mine eyes have beheld, and not a stranger, Consumed have been my reins in my bosom.

The command of his lips, and would not go back, and, in my bosom, have I treasured the words of his lips.

He rewardeth me into my bosom, and many other things more doth he, as he may by his power.

If I covered my transgressions as Adam, by hiding mine iniquity in my bosom:

For I am full of discourse, The spirit in my bosom, presseth me on.

Lo! my bosom, is like wine not opened, Like new wine-skins, it will burst.