A cheerful heart is a good medicine, but a downcast spirit dries up the bones.
my mouth is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to my jaws; you lay me in the dust of death.
Anxiety weighs down the human heart, but a good word cheers it up.
A glad heart makes a cheerful countenance, but by sorrow of heart the spirit is broken.
Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body.
The human spirit will endure sickness, but a broken spirit—who can bear?
I said of laughter, “It is mad,” and of pleasure, “What use is it?”
so now instead you should forgive and console him, so that he may not be overwhelmed by even worse grief.
For godly grief produces a repentance that leads to salvation and brings no regret, but worldly grief produces death.