LXX 1 Honour a physician with the honour due unto him for the uses which ye may have of him: for the Lord hath created him. LXX 2 For of the most High cometh healing, and he shall receive honour of the king. LXX 3 The skill of the physician shall lift up his head: and in the sight of great men he shall be in admiration. LXX 4 The Lord hath created medicines out of the earth; and he that is wise will not abhor them. LXX 5 Was not the water made sweet with wood, that the virtue thereof might be known? LXX 6 And he hath given men skill, that he might be honoured in his marvellous works. LXX 7 With such doth he heal and taketh away their pains. LXX 8 Of such doth the apothecary make a confection; and of his works there is no end; and from him is peace over all the earth, LXX 9 My son, in thy sickness be not negligent: but pray unto the Lord, and he will make thee whole. LXX 10 Leave off from sin, and order thine hands aright, and cleanse thy heart from all wickedness. LXX 11 Give a sweet savour, and a memorial of fine flour; and make a fat offering, as not being. LXX 12 Then give place to the physician, for the Lord hath created him: let him not go from thee, for thou hast need of him. LXX 13 There is a time when in their hands there is good success. LXX 14 For they shall also pray unto the Lord, that he would prosper that, which they give for ease and remedy to prolong life. LXX 15 He that sinneth before his Maker, let him fall into the hand of the physician. LXX 16 My son, let tears fall down over the dead, and begin to lament, as if thou hadst suffered great harm thyself; and then cover his body according to the custom, and neglect not his burial. LXX 17 Weep bitterly, and make great moan, and use lamentation, as he is worthy, and that a day or two, lest thou be evil spoken of: and then comfort thyself for thy heaviness. LXX 18 For of heaviness cometh death, and the heaviness of the heart breaketh strength. LXX 19 In affliction also sorrow remaineth: and the life of the poor is the curse of the heart.