Anxiety weighs down the heart, but a kind word cheers it up.
I am bowed down and brought very low; all day long I go about mourning.
Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.
The words of the reckless pierce like swords, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.
The righteous choose their friends carefully, but the way of the wicked leads them astray.
Each heart knows its own bitterness, and no one else can share its joy.
A happy heart makes the face cheerful, but heartache crushes the spirit.
All the days of the oppressed are wretched, but the cheerful heart has a continual feast.
A person finds joy in giving an apt reply— and how good is a timely word!
Light in a messenger’s eyes brings joy to the heart, and good news gives health to the bones.
Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.
A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.
The human spirit can endure in sickness, but a crushed spirit who can bear?
Like apples of gold in settings of silver is a ruling rightly given.
Perfume and incense bring joy to the heart, and the pleasantness of a friend springs from their heartfelt advice.
The Sovereign Lord has given me a well-instructed tongue, to know the word that sustains the weary. He wakens me morning by morning, wakens my ear to listen like one being instructed.
So the Lord spoke kind and comforting words to the angel who talked with me.