TSK · Proverbs 17:22

My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.

For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.

A glad heart makes a cheerful face; but an aching heart breaks the spirit.

I said of laughter, "It is foolishness;" and of mirth, "What does it accomplish?"

through whom we also have our access by faith into this grace in which we stand. We rejoice in hope of the glory of God.

For godly sorrow works repentance to salvation, which brings no regret. But the sorrow of the world works death.