A joyful heart is good medicine, but depression drains one’s strength.
My strength is dried up like pieces of broken pottery. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You lay me down in the dust of death.
A person’s anxiety will weigh him down, but an encouraging word makes him joyful.
A joyful heart makes a cheerful face, but with a heartache comes depression.
Pleasant words are ⌞like⌟ honey from a honeycomb— sweet to the spirit and healthy for the body.
A person’s spirit can endure sickness, but who can bear a broken spirit?
I thought, “Laughter doesn’t make any sense. What does pleasure accomplish?”
So now forgive and comfort him. Such distress could overwhelm someone like that if he’s not forgiven and comforted.
In fact, to be distressed in a godly way causes people to change the way they think and act and leads them to be saved. No one can regret that. But the distress that the world causes brings only death.