TSK · Proverbs 17:22

My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

For my dayes are consumed away like smoke: and my bones are burnt vp as though they were a firebrande.

A mery heart maketh a chearfull countenaunce: but by the sorowe of the heart the mynde is heauy.

Insomuch that I saide vnto the man geuen to laughter, thou art mad: and to mirth, what doest thou?

By whom also we haue had an entrauce by fayth, vnto this grace wherin we stande, and reioyce in hope of the glorie of God.

For godly sorowe, causeth repentaunce vnto saluatio, not to be repented of: but the sorowe of the world causeth death.