As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country.
He shall hear a rumour, and shall return to his own land.
He that sendeth a message by the hand of a fool cutteth off the feet.
How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace.
I am sent to thee with heavy tidings.
I bring you good tidings of great joy.
It is no good report that I hear.
Publish, and set up a standard; publish, and conceal not.
Tell it not in gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon.
The character of a people may be ruined by charity.
