² Hath one tried a word with thee? -- Thou art weary! And to keep in words who is able?

¹⁸ For I have been full of words, Distressed me hath the spirit of my breast,

¹⁹ Lo, my breast `is' as wine not opened, Like new bottles it is broken up.

²⁰ I speak, and there is refreshment to me, I open my lips and answer.

²⁰ for we cannot but speak what we did see and hear.'

¹¹ And with the fury of Jehovah I have been filled, (I have been weary of containing,) To pour `it' on the suckling in the street, And on the assembly of youths together, For even husband with wife are captured, An elder with one full of days,

⁹ And I said, `I do not mention Him, Nor do I speak any more in His name,' And it hath been in my heart As a burning fire shut up in my bones, And I have been weary of containing, And I am not able.

⁴ for out of much tribulation and pressure of heart I wrote to you through many tears, not that ye might be made sorry, but that ye might know the love that I have more abundantly toward you.

⁵ And if any one hath caused sorrow, he hath not caused sorrow to me, but in part, that I may not burden you all;

⁶ sufficient to such a one is this punishment, that `is' by the more part,

⁸ because even if I made you sorry in the letter, I do not repent -- if even I did repent -- for I perceive that the letter, even if for an hour, did make you sorry.

⁹ I now do rejoice, not that ye were made sorry, but that ye were made sorry to reformation, for ye were made sorry toward God, that in nothing ye might receive damage from us;

¹⁰ for the sorrow toward God reformation to salvation not to be repented of doth work, and the sorrow of the world doth work death,