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A satiated soul treadeth down a honeycomb, And [to] a hungry soul every bitter thing [is] sweet.

As a bird wandering from her nest, So [is] a man wandering from his place.

Ointment and perfume rejoice the heart, And the sweetness of one's friend -- from counsel of the soul.

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One who is full loathes honey from the comb,
    but to the hungry even what is bitter tastes sweet.

Like a bird that flees its nest(A)
    is anyone who flees from home.

Perfume(B) and incense bring joy to the heart,
    and the pleasantness of a friend
    springs from their heartfelt advice.

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