Etheridge(i)
1 But I have determined this in myself, that I will not with sorrow again come to you.
2 For if I grieve you, who shall refresh me, but he whom I had grieved?
3 And I have written to you this very [epistle], lest when I come they grieve me, they who ought to refresh me. But I confide in you, that my joy is that of all of you.
4 And from great affliction and anxiety of heart I wrote those things to you with many tears, not that you might grieve, but (also) that you might know the abundant love I have towards you.