A joyful heart makes good healing, but a stricken spirit dries the bones.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and My tongue clings to My jaws, and You appoint Me to the dust of death
Anxiety in a man’s heart makes it depressed, but a good word makes it glad.
A joyful heart makes a good face, but by pain of heart the spirit is stricken.
Combs of honey are sayings of pleasantness, sweetness to the soul and healing to the bones.
The spirit of a man will endure his sickness, but who can bear a stricken spirit?
I said of laughter, it is mad, and of mirth, What does it do?
So that on the contrary, you ought rather to forgive and comfort such a one, that he not be swallowed up by the excessive grief.
For the grief according to God works repentance to salvation without regret. But the grief of the world works death.