For if I make you sorry, who is he then that maketh me glad, but the same who is made sorry by me?

But if the ministration of death, written and engraven on stones, was glorious, so that the children of Israel could not steadfastly behold the face of Moses for the glory of his countenance; which glory was to be done away;

And not as Moses, who put a vail over his face, that the children of Israel could not steadfastly look to the end of that which is abolished:

I earnestly wish ye could bear with me a little in my folly: and indeed bear with me.

In weariness and painfulness, in watchings often, in hunger and thirst, in fastings often, in cold and nakedness.

For we are glad, when we are weak, and ye are strong: and this also we wish, even your perfection.