TSK · Proverbs 17:22

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.

For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.

A glad heart maketh a cheerful countenance; But by sorrow of heart the spirit is broken.

I said of laughter, It is mad; and of mirth, What doeth it?

through whom also we have had our access by faith into this grace wherein we stand; and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God.

For godly sorrow worketh repentance unto salvation, [a repentance] which bringeth no regret: but the sorrow of the world worketh death.