Book, Chapter

1       1, XIII|   love. And all this while I bore with dry eyes my own wretched
2       4, XII |  Life came down to earth and bore our death, and slew it with
3       5, IX  | keener anguish than when she bore me in the flesh.~17. I cannot
4       7, I   |    right hand held me up and bore me away, and thou didst
5       8, II  |    own.~Full of joy, then, I bore it until my time ran out -
6       8, IX  |   were more gentle than hers bore the marks of blows on their
7      10, XXII|    thy Scriptures) are not a bore? Give me what I love, for
8      12, XXV | brethren from Macedonia, who bore such fruit and supplied