Grief in the heart of a man shall bring him low, but with a good word he shall be made glad.
Well ordered words are as a honeycomb: sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.
A glad heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by grief of mind the spirit is cast down.
A joyful mind maketh age flourishing: a sorrowful spirit drieth up the bones.
The Lord hath given me a learned tongue, that I should know how to uphold by word him that is weary. He wakeneth in the morning: in the morning he wakeneth my ear, that I may hear him as a master.
A man rejoiceth in the sentence of his mouth: and a word in due time is best.
And the Lord answered the angel, that spoke in me, good words, comfortable words.
There is that promiseth, and is pricked as it were with a sword of conscience: but the tongue of the wise is health.
Ointment and perfumes rejoice the heart: and the good counsels of a friend are sweet to the soul.
The spirit of a man upholdeth his infirmity: but a spirit that is easily angered, who can bear?
To speak a word in due time, is like apples of gold on beds of silver.
Behold thou hast made my days measurable: and my substance is as nothing before thee. And indeed all things are vanity: every man living.
All the days of the poor are evil: a secure mind is like a continual feast.
The heart that knoweth the bitterness of his own soul, in his joy the stranger shall not intermeddle.
He that neglecteth a loss for the sake of a friend, is just: but the way of the wicked shall deceive them.
The light of the eyes rejoiceth the soul: a good name maketh the bones fat.