Drink no longer water, but use a little wine, for thy stomach's sake, and thine often diseases.

And the LORD spake unto the fish: and it cast out Jonah again upon the dry land.

For my sighs come before I eat, and my roarings fall out like flowing water.

My bowels seeth within me, and take no rest, for the days of my trouble are come upon me.

Better is a mess of pottage with love; than a fat ox with evil will.

And I went unto the angel, and said to him, "Give me the little book," and he said unto me, "Take it, and eat it up, and it shall make thy belly bitter, but it shall be in thy mouth as sweet as honey." And I took the little book out of his hand, and ate it up, and it was in my mouth as sweet as honey, and as soon as I had eaten it, my belly was bitter.

His belly could never be filled; therefore shall he perish in his covetousness.