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 are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.

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

I said of laughter, [It is] mad: and of mirth, What doeth it?

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

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