Anxiety in the heart of man weighs it down, but a good word cheers it up.
I am bent down, I am bowed down greatly; I go around mourning all day long.
Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise Him, my salvation and my God.
The words of the rash are like the piercings of a sword, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.
The righteous is a guide to his neighbor, but the way of the wicked leads them astray.
The heart knows its own grief, and in its joy, a stranger cannot share.
A merry heart makes a cheerful countenance, but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.
All the days of the afflicted are evil, but he who is of a merry heart has a continual feast.
A man has joy in the apt reply of his mouth, and a timely word spoken, how good it is!
The light of the eyes rejoices the heart, and a good report gives health to the bones.
Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the bones.
A heart of cheer does good like a medicine, but a wounded spirit dries up the bones.
The spirit of a man will sustain him in sickness, but a wounded spirit, who can bear?
A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in settings of silver.
Ointment and perfume make the heart glad; so the sweetness of a man’s friend brings joy by hearty counsel.
The Lord God has given me the tongue of the learned, that I may know how to sustain him who is weary with a word; He awakens me morning by morning; He awakens my ear to listen as the learned.
And the Lord answered the angel speaking to me with good and comforting words.