Anxiety weighs down the human heart, but a good word cheers it up.
I am utterly bowed down and prostrate; all day long I go around mourning.
Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God, for I shall again praise him, my help and my God.
Rash words are like sword thrusts, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.
The righteous are released from misfortune, but the way of the wicked leads them astray.
The heart knows its own bitterness, and no stranger shares its joy.
A glad heart makes a cheerful countenance, but by sorrow of heart the spirit is broken.
All the days of the poor are hard, but a cheerful heart has a continual feast.
To make an apt answer is a joy to anyone, and a word in season, how good it is!
The light of the eyes rejoices the heart, and good news refreshes the body.
Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body.
A cheerful heart is a good medicine, but a downcast spirit dries up the bones.
The human spirit will endure sickness, but a broken spirit—who can bear?
A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in a setting of silver.
Perfume and incense make the heart glad, but the soul is torn by trouble.
The Lord God has given me a trained tongue, that I may know how to sustain the weary with a word. Morning by morning he wakens, wakens my ear to listen as those who are taught.
Then the Lord replied with gracious and comforting words to the angel who spoke with me.