Anxiety in a man's heart weighs him down, but a good word makes him glad.
Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body.
A glad heart makes a cheerful countenance, but by sorrow of heart the spirit is broken.
A cheerful heart is a good medicine, but a downcast spirit dries up the bones.
The Lord God has given me the tongue of those who are taught, that I may know how to sustain with a word him that is weary. Morning by morning he wakens, he wakens my ear to hear as those who are taught.
To make an apt answer is a joy to a man, and a word in season, how good it is!
And the Lord answered gracious and comforting words to the angel who talked with me.
There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.
Oil and perfume make the heart glad, but the soul is torn by trouble.
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.
A man's 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.
I am utterly bowed down and prostrate; all the day I go about mourning.
All the days of the afflicted are evil, but a cheerful heart has a continual feast.
The heart knows its own bitterness, and no stranger shares its joy.
A righteous man turns away from evil, but the way of the wicked leads them astray.
The light of the eyes rejoices the heart, and good news refreshes the bones.