A merry heart does good, like medicine, But a broken spirit dries the bones.
A merry heart makes a cheerful countenance, But by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.
Anxiety in the heart of man causes depression, But a good word makes it glad.
The spirit of a man will sustain him in sickness, But who can bear a broken spirit?
For godly sorrow produces repentance leading to salvation, not to be regretted; but the sorrow of the world produces death.
so that, on the contrary, you ought rather to forgive and comfort him, lest perhaps such a one be swallowed up with too much sorrow.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd, And My tongue clings to My jaws; You have brought Me to the dust of death.
Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, Sweetness to the soul and health to the bones.
I said of laughter—“Madness!”; and of mirth, “What does it accomplish?”