For I am full of words; The spirit within me compels me.Behold, my belly is like unvented wine; Like new wineskins, it is about to burst.Let me speak so that I may get relief; Let me open my lips and answer.
But if I say,“ I will not remember Him Nor speak anymore in His name,” Then in my heart it becomes like a burning fire Shut up in my bones; And I am tired of holding it in, And I cannot endure it.
For out of much affliction and anguish of heart I wrote to you with many tears; not so that you would be made sorrowful, but that you might know the love which I have especially for you.But if anyone has caused sorrow, he has caused sorrow not for me, but in some degree— not to say too much— for all of you.Sufficient for such a person is this punishment which was imposed by the majority,
But I am full of the wrath of the Lord; I am weary of holding it in.“ Pour it out on the children in the street And on the gathering of young men together; For both husband and wife shall be taken, The old and the very old.
For though I caused you sorrow by my letter, I do not regret it; though I did regret it— for I see that that letter caused you sorrow, though only for a while—I now rejoice, not that you were made sorrowful, but that you were made sorrowful to the point of repentance; for you were made sorrowful according to the will of God, so that you might not suffer loss in anything through us.For the sorrow that is according to the will of God produces a repentance without regret, leading to salvation, but the sorrow of the world produces death.