Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, Sweetness to the soul and health to the bones
Heap on wood, kindle the fire, consume the flesh, and spice it well, and let the bones be burned.
Ye are my brethren, ye are my bones and my flesh: wherefore then are ye the last to bring back the king? / And say ye to Amasa, Art thou not of my bone, and of my flesh? God do so to me, and more also, if thou be not captain of the host before me continually in the room of Joab.