If the scourge slay suddenly, he will laugh at the trial of the innocent.

How that in a great trial of affliction the abundance of their joy and their deep poverty abounded unto the riches of their liberality.

It is sharpened to make a sore slaughter; it is furbished that it may glitter: should we then make mirth? it contemneth the rod of my son, as every tree.

And thou, profane wicked prince of Israel, whose day is come, when iniquity shall have an end,