Book, Chapter

 1       3, XI |         of her sorrow and daily weeping (not to learn from her,
 2       3, XI |   though no less zealous in her weeping and mourning; and she did
 3       4, V  |         thou mayest tell me why weeping should be so sweet to the
 4       4, V  |      and had lost my joy. Or is weeping a bitter thing that gives
 5       4, VII|       But when my soul left off weeping, a heavy burden of misery
 6       5, II |       more and rejoice in their weeping, since thou, O Lord, art
 7       7, XII| appropriate for the business of weeping. I went far enough away
 8       7, XII|        my voice was choked with weeping. And so he stayed alone,
 9       7, XII|         saying these things and weeping in the most bitter contrition
10       7, XII|            Immediately I ceased weeping and began most earnestly
11       8, XII|         boy was restrained from weeping, Evodius took up the Psalter
12       8, XII|       scornful comment about my weeping. But now in writing I confess
13       8, XII|      finds me to have sinned in weeping for my mother for part of