and the king saith to me, `Wherefore is thy face sad, and thou not sick? this is nothing except sadness of heart;' and I fear very much,
and he asketh Pharaoh's eunuchs who are with him in charge in the house of his lord, saying, `Wherefore are your faces sad to-day?'
Hope prolonged is making the heart sick, And a tree of life is the coming desire.
A joyful heart maketh glad the face, And by grief of heart is the spirit smitten.