A sound heart is life to the body,
But envy is rottenness to the bones.
But envy is rottenness to the bones.
Wrath is cruel and anger a torrent,
But who is able to stand before jealousy?
For love is as strong as death,
Jealousy as cruel as the grave.
Jealousy as cruel as the grave.
For wrath kills a foolish man,
And envy slays a simple one.
You say you love, but I see not what you call love. Love is supposed to suffer long, be kind, does not envy; does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Instead, I see malice and envy dripping from your heart, hiding a poisoned dagger in your smile. Your kindness only lasts as long you think you can benefit from it, and when you have perceived otherwise, it stops. Is this true kindness?
I believe true love bears all things. Even when things don't go the way you really want it to be, you still love. What I see in you is obsession, a twisted longing, not love. I implore you, change your ways and put seek the Kingdom of God first! Before God gives you over to a debased mind, to do those things which are not fitting; being filled with all unrighteousness, sexual immorality, wickedness, covetousness, maliciousness; full of envy, murder, strife, deceit, evil-mindedness.
(T.T)
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