²⁵ Heaviness in the heart of man maketh it stoop: but a good word maketh it glad.

¹³ A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.

⁴ The Lord GOD hath given me the tongue of the learned, that I should know how to speak a word in season to him that is weary: he wakeneth morning by morning, he wakeneth mine ear to hear as the learned.

²³ A man hath joy by the answer of his mouth: and a word spoken in due season, how good is it!

²⁴ Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.

²² A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.

¹⁸ There is that speaketh like the piercings of a sword: but the tongue of the wise is health.

⁴ For out of much affliction and anguish of heart I wrote unto you with many tears; not that ye should be grieved, but that ye might know the love which I have more abundantly unto you.

⁵ But if any have caused grief, he hath not grieved me, but in part: that I may not overcharge you all.

⁶ Sufficient to such a man is this punishment, which was inflicted of many.

⁷ So that contrariwise ye ought rather to forgive him, and comfort him, lest perhaps such a one should be swallowed up with overmuch sorrow.

¹³ And the LORD answered the angel that talked with me with good words and comfortable words.

⁹ Ointment and perfume rejoice the heart: so doth the sweetness of a man's friend by hearty counsel.

¹¹ A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.

¹⁴ The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity; but a wounded spirit who can bear?

¹⁵ All the days of the afflicted are evil: but he that is of a merry heart hath a continual feast.

¹⁰ The heart knoweth his own bitterness; and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy.

¹¹ Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

⁶ I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

³³ And he taketh with him Peter and James and John, and began to be sore amazed, and to be very heavy;

³⁴ And saith unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful unto death: tarry ye here, and watch.

¹ And it came to pass in the month Nisan, in the twentieth year of Artaxerxes the king, that wine was before him: and I took up the wine, and gave it unto the king. Now I had not been beforetime sad in his presence.

² Wherefore 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,