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

But if the ministry of death, written and engraved in 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 veil over his face, that the children of Israel could not steadfastly see the end of that which is abolished:

I wish that you 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 you are strong: and this also we wish, even your perfection.