A rejoicing heart causes good healing, But a stricken spirit dries the bones.
My strength is dried like a potsherd, And My tongue is cleaving to My jaws; And to the dust of death You are appointing Me.
Anxiety in the heart of man causes depression, But a good word makes him glad.
A glad heart makes good a face, But by sorrow of heart the spirit is stricken.
Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, Sweet to the being, and healing to the bones.
The spirit of a man sustains him in sickness, But who does bear a broken spirit?
I said of laughter, “It is madness,” and of rejoicing, “What does it do?”
so that, on the contrary, you should rather forgive and comfort, lest somehow such a one be swallowed up with too much sadness.
For sadness according to Elohim works repentance to deliverance, not to be regretted, but the sadness of the world works death.