The most poignant scripture is a collection of our disgruntled cries and Your gentle, soothing responses. 

The vast tomes are collected to form a precious cabinet of balms and elixirs that ease our discomfort and keep us from casting ourselves from desperate cliffs onto jagged, hungry rocks.

Your unchanging medicines are applied with hands honed by ancient condescension. 

something bit the dog ...

she’s chewing her hindquarter

surprised and offended