Surely I have composed and quieted my soul;Like a weaned child rests against his mother,My soul is like a weaned child within me.

“I composed my soul until morning.Like a lion—so He breaks all my bones,From day until night You make an end of me.

Who improvise to the sound of the harp,And like David have composed songs for themselves,

The first account I composed, Theophilus, about all that Jesus began to do and teach,

whereas our more presentable members have no need of it. But God has so composed the body, giving more abundant honor to that member which lacked,