²⁵ Sorrow in the heart of a man boweth down, And a good word maketh him glad.

¹³ A joyful heart maketh glad the face, And by grief of heart is the spirit smitten.

⁴ The Lord Jehovah hath given to me The tongue of taught ones, To know to aid the weary `by' a word, He waketh morning by morning, He waketh for me an ear to hear as taught ones.

²³ Joy `is' to a man in the answer of his mouth, And a word in its season -- how good!

²⁴ Sayings of pleasantness `are' a honeycomb, Sweet to the soul, and healing to the bone.

²² A rejoicing heart doth good to the body, And a smitten spirit drieth the bone.

¹⁸ A rash speaker is like piercings of a sword, And the tongue of the wise is healing.

⁴ for out of much tribulation and pressure of heart I wrote to you through many tears, not that ye might be made sorry, but that ye might know the love that I have more abundantly toward you.

⁵ And if any one hath caused sorrow, he hath not caused sorrow to me, but in part, that I may not burden you all;

⁶ sufficient to such a one is this punishment, that `is' by the more part,

⁷ so that, on the contrary, `it is' rather for you to forgive and to comfort, lest by over abundant sorrow such a one may be swallowed up;

¹³ And Jehovah answereth the messenger, who is speaking with me, good words, comfortable words.

⁹ Ointment and perfume rejoice the heart, And the sweetness of one's friend -- from counsel of the soul.

¹¹ Apples of gold in imagery of silver, `Is' the word spoken at its fit times.

¹⁴ The spirit of a man sustaineth his sickness, And a smitten spirit who doth bear?

¹⁵ All the days of the afflicted `are' evil, And gladness of heart `is' a perpetual banquet.

¹⁰ The heart knoweth its own bitterness, And with its joy a stranger doth not intermeddle.

¹¹ What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!

⁶ I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.

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

³⁴ and he saith to them, `Exceeding sorrowful is my soul -- to death; remain here, and watch.'

¹ And it cometh to pass, in the month of Nisan, the twentieth year of Artaxerxes the king, wine `is' before him, and I lift up the wine, and give to the king, and I had not been sad before him;

² 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,