And the king said to me, Why is thy countenance sad, seeing thou are not sick? This is nothing else but sorrow of heart. Then I was very much afraid.
A glad heart makes a cheerful countenance, but by sorrow of heart the spirit is broken.
And he asked Pharaoh's officers who were with him in ward in his master's house, saying, Why do ye look so sad today?
Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but when the desire comes, it is a tree of life.