Anxiety in a man's heart weighs him down, but a good word makes him glad.
Gracious words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body.
A glad heart makes a cheerful face, but by sorrow of heart the spirit is crushed.
A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed 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 who is weary. Morning by morning he awakens; he awakens 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!
There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.
And the Lord answered gracious and comforting words to the angel who talked with me.
Oil and perfume make the heart glad, and the sweetness of a friend comes from his earnest counsel.
Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God.
A man's spirit will endure sickness, but a crushed spirit who can bear?
A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in a setting of silver.
All the days of the afflicted are evil, but the cheerful of heart has a continual feast.
For I wrote to you out of much affliction and anguish of heart and with many tears, not to cause you pain but to let you know the abundant love that I have for you. Now if anyone has caused pain, he has caused it not to me, but in some measure—not to put it too severely—to all of you. For such a one, this punishment by the majority is enough, so you should rather turn to forgive and comfort him, or he may be overwhelmed by excessive sorrow.
And he took with him Peter and James and John, and began to be greatly distressed and troubled. And he said to them, “My soul is very sorrowful, even to death. Remain here and watch.”
The heart knows its own bitterness, and no stranger shares its joy.
I am utterly bowed down and prostrate; all the day I go about mourning.
In the month of Nisan, in the twentieth year of King Artaxerxes, when wine was before him, I took up the wine and gave it to the king. Now I had not been sad in his presence. And the king said to me, “Why is your face sad, seeing you are not sick? This is nothing but sadness of the heart.” Then I was very much afraid.
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