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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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,

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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