Proverbs 17:22

Modern English Version

A heart of cheer does good like a medicine, but a wounded spirit dries up the bones.

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My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaves to my jaws; You have set me in the dust of death.

Anxiety in the heart of man weighs it down, but a good word cheers it up.

A merry heart makes a cheerful countenance, but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.

Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the bones.

The spirit of a man will sustain him in sickness, but a wounded spirit, who can bear?

And I said of frivolous fun, “They are only senseless ideas,” and regarding selfish pleasure, “What purpose is this?”

So on the contrary, you ought to forgive him and comfort him, lest perhaps he might be swallowed up with excessive sorrow.

Godly sorrow produces repentance that leads to salvation and brings no regret, but the sorrow of the world produces death.