| 1 | I can't put up with this sort of violence. | |
| 2 | With the public, and the silent suffering, and will not be more noble than a lie. | |
| 3 | The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. | |
| 4 | Strengthened with all might, according to the power of his glory, in all patience and longsuffering with joy. | |
| 5 | The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. |