A joyful heart shall make good healing: and a dejected spirit shall dry up the bones.
My strength was dried up as the potsherd, and my tongue cleaving to my jaws; and thou wilt set me for the dust of death.
Fear in the heart of a man will bow it down: and a good word will gladden it
A heart of joy will do the face good: and by pains of heart the spirit was dejected.
Words of pleasantness an, honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and healing to the bones.
The spirit of man will sustain his disease; and a dejected spirit who shall lift up?
To laughter I said, It is mad: and to gladness, What did this?
So that on the contrary ye should rather show kindness, and console, lest perhaps such be swallowed down with more abundant sadness.
For grief according to God works repentance to salvation not to be repented of: but grief of the world works death.