עֶצֶב

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.

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?

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.

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.