And the king said unto me, Why is thy countenance sad, seeing thou art not sick? this is nothing else but sorrow of heart. Then I was very sore afraid.
And he asked Pharaoh's officers that were with him in ward in his master's house, saying, Wherefore look ye so sadly to day?
Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: But when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.
A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: But by sorrow of heart the spirit is broken.