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

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

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

For godly sorrow worketh repentance to salvation not to be repented of: but the sorrow of the world worketh death.

Go thy way, eat thy bread with joy, and drink thy wine with a merry heart; for God now accepteth thy works.

By whom also we have access by faith into this grace wherein we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God.

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

For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth. {like...: or, (as some read) into smoke}

My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.

Then he said unto them, Go your way, eat the fat, and drink the sweet, and send portions unto them for whom nothing is prepared: for {this} day {is} holy unto our Lord: neither be ye sorry; for the joy of the LORD is your strength.

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

A sound heart {is} the life of the flesh: but envy the rottenness of the bones.

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

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

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

The light of the eyes rejoiceth the heart: {and} a good report maketh the bones fat.

For godly sorrow worketh repentance to salvation not to be repented of: but the sorrow of the world worketh death.

And when ye see {this}, your heart shall rejoice, and your bones shall flourish like an herb: and the hand of the LORD shall be known toward his servants, and {his} indignation toward his enemies.

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

By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin. {skin: or, flesh}

My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.