Unto the woman he said, I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and thy conception; in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children; and thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee.

It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.

Lest strangers be filled with thy wealth; and thy labours be in the house of a stranger;

The blessing of the LORD, it maketh rich, and he addeth no sorrow with it.

In all labour there is profit: but the talk of the lips tendeth only to penury.

A soft answer turneth away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger.

Is this man Coniah a despised broken idol? is he a vessel wherein is no pleasure? wherefore are they cast out, he and his seed, and are cast into a land which they know not?