Therefore the king said to me, “Why is your face sad, since you are not sick? This is nothing but sorrow of heart.” So I became dreadfully afraid,
A merry heart makes a cheerful countenance, But by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.
So he asked Pharaoh’s officers who were with him in the custody of his lord’s house, saying, “Why do you look so sad today?”
Hope deferred makes the heart sick, But when the desire comes, it is a tree of life.