A merry heart makes a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.
Why the king said to me, Why is your countenance sad, seeing you are not sick? this is nothing else but sorrow of heart. Then I was very sore afraid,
Heaviness in the heart of man makes it stoop: but a good word makes it glad.
A sound heart is the life of the flesh: but envy the rottenness of the bones.
All the days of the afflicted are evil: but he that is of a merry heart has a continual feast.
A merry heart does good like a medicine: but a broken spirit dries the bones.
The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity; but a wounded spirit who can bear?
Let not your heart be troubled: you believe in God, believe also in me.
For our rejoicing is this, the testimony of our conscience, that in simplicity and godly sincerity, not with fleshly wisdom, but by the grace of God, we have had our conversation in the world, and more abundantly to you-ward.
So that contrariwise you ought rather to forgive him, and comfort him, lest perhaps such a one should be swallowed up with overmuch sorrow.
For godly sorrow works repentance to salvation not to be repented of: but the sorrow of the world works death.