A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax— melting within my innards.
An anxious heart weighs one down, but a good word cheers him up.
A joyful heart makes the face cheerful, but heartache crushes the spirit.
Pleasant words are honeycomb— sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.
One’s spirit sustains him through illness, but who can bear a crushed spirit?
I said of laughter, “It is madness!” and of pleasure, “What does it accomplish?”
So instead you should forgive him and encourage him. Otherwise such a person might be swallowed up by excessive sorrow.
For the grief that God wills brings a repentance that leads to salvation, leaving no regret. But the world’s grief brings death.