A cheerful heart is a good medicine; But a broken spirit drieth up the bones.
A glad heart maketh a cheerful countenance; But by sorrow of heart the spirit is broken.
Heaviness in the heart of a man maketh it stoop; But a good word maketh it glad.
The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity; But a broken spirit who can bear?
For godly sorrow worketh repentance unto salvation, a repentance which bringeth no regret: but the sorrow of the world worketh death.
so that contrariwise ye should rather forgive him and comfort him, lest by any means such a one should be swallowed up with his overmuch sorrow.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
Pleasant words are as a honeycomb, Sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.
I said of laughter, It is mad; and of mirth, What doeth it?