Book, Chapter

1     1, 19-30|       the world at whose gate unhappy I lay in my boyhood; this
2     3, 2-4  |       me. What marvel that an unhappy sheep, straying from Thy
3     5, 4-7  | therefore please Thee? Surely unhappy is he who knoweth all these,
4     6, 15-25|    with me my son by her. But unhappy I, who could not imitate
5     6, 16-26|     the inner man. Nor did I, unhappy, consider from what source
6     9, 12-29|       the departed, as though unhappy, or altogether dead; whereas
7     9, 12-29|       whereas she was neither unhappy in her death, nor altogether
8    10, 21-30|    sad, as a happy life, when unhappy; nor did I ever with bodily
9    10, 31-44|       In this uncertainty the unhappy soul rejoiceth, and therein