Grief in the heart of a man humbles him. And with a good word he shall be made glad.
Behold, you have made my days measurable, and, before you, my substance is as nothing. Yet truly, all things are vanity: every living man.
He who makes promises is also jabbed, as if with a sword, in conscience. But the tongue of the wise is reasonable.
He who ignores a loss for the sake of a friend is just. But the way of the impious will deceive them.
The heart that knows the bitterness of its own soul, in its gladness the outsider shall not meddle.
A rejoicing heart gladdens the face. But by the grief of the soul, the spirit is cast down.
All the days of the poor are evil. A secure mind is like a continual feast.
A man rejoices in the verdict of his own mouth. And a word at the right time is best.
The light of the eyes rejoices the soul. A good reputation fattens the bones.
Careful words are a honeycomb: sweet to the soul and healthful to the bones.
A joyful soul makes a lifetime flourish. A gloomy spirit dries out the bones.
The spirit of a man sustains his weakness. Yet who can sustain a spirit that is easily angered?
Whoever speaks a word at an opportune time is like apples of gold on beds of silver.
Ointment and various perfumes delight the heart. And the good advice of a friend is sweet to the soul.
The Lord has given me a learned tongue, so that I would know how to uphold with a word, one who has weakened. He rises in the morning, he rises to my ear in the morning, so that I may heed him like a teacher.
And the Lord answered the angel, who had been speaking with me, good words, consoling words.