Anxiety in a man’s heart makes it depressed, but a good word makes it glad.
I am bent down, I am bowed down even to excess; I have gone darkened all the day.
O my soul, why are you cast down? And why do you moan within me? Hope in God, for I yet thank Him for the salvations of my face and my God.
There is a rash speaking like thrusts of a sword, but the tongue of the wise ones is healing.
The righteous one searches out his friend, but the way of the wicked ones leads them astray.
The heart knows the bitterness of its soul, and a stranger does not share in its joy.
A joyful heart makes a good face, but by pain of heart the spirit is stricken.
All the days of the afflicted one are evil days, but a good heart is a continual feast.
Joy is to a man by the answer of his mouth, and how good is a word in its time.
The light of the eyes rejoices the heart, a good report makes the bones fat.
Combs of honey are sayings of pleasantness, sweetness to the soul and healing to the bones.
A joyful heart makes good healing, but a stricken spirit dries the bones.
The spirit of a man will endure his sickness, but who can bear a stricken spirit?
Like apples of gold in settings of silver is a word spoken at the right time.
Oil and perfume rejoice the heart, and one’s friend is sweet from the counsel of the soul.
The Lord Jehovah has given to Me the tongue of learned ones, to know to help the weary with a word. He arouses in the morning; He wakens the ear to Me, to hear as the learned ones.
And Jehovah answered the angel who was speaking with me with good words, words of comfort.