A cheerful heart brings good healing, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.
The roof of my mouth is as dry as a piece of pottery; my tongue sticks to my gums. You set me in the dust of death.
Anxiety in a person’s heart weighs him down, but an encouraging word brings him joy.
A joyful heart makes the face cheerful, but by a painful heart the spirit is broken.
Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.
A person’s spirit sustains him through sickness – but who can bear a crushed spirit?
I said of partying, “It is folly,” and of self-indulgent pleasure, “It accomplishes nothing!”
so that now instead you should rather forgive and comfort him. This will keep him from being overwhelmed by excessive grief to the point of despair.
For sadness as intended by God produces a repentance that leads to salvation, leaving no regret, but worldly sadness brings about death.