Verse 22

A mery heart make a lustie age: but a sorowfull minde dryeth vp the bones.

Referenced Verses

  • Prov 15:13 : 13 A mery heart maketh a chearfull countenaunce: but by the sorowe of the heart the mynde is heauy.
  • Prov 12:25 : 25 Heauinesse discourageth the heart of man: but a good worde maketh it glad agayne.
  • Prov 18:14 : 14 A good stomacke beareth out sickenesse: but the minde beyng sicke, who shall heale it?
  • 2 Cor 7:10 : 10 For godly sorowe, causeth repentaunce vnto saluatio, not to be repented of: but the sorowe of the world causeth death.
  • Eccl 9:7-9 : 7 Go thou thy way then, eate thy bread with ioy, & drinke thy wine with a glad heart, for thy workes please god: 8 Let thy garmentes be alwayes white, and let thy head lacke no oyntment. 9 Use thy selfe to liue ioyfully with thy wife whom thou louest all the dayes of thy life whiche is but vayne, that God geueth thee vnder the sunne all the dayes of thy vanitie: for that is thy portion in this life of al thy labour and trauayle that thou takest vnder the sunne.
  • Rom 5:2-5 : 2 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. 3 Not that only: but also we reioyce in tribulations, knowyng that tribulation worketh pacience: 4 Pacience profe, profe hope: 5 And hope maketh not ashamed, because the loue of God is shedde abrode in our heartes by the holy ghost, which is geuen vnto vs.
  • Ps 102:3-5 : 3 For my dayes are consumed away like smoke: and my bones are burnt vp as though they were a firebrande. 4 My heart is smitten downe and wythered lyke grasse: because I did forget to eate my bread. 5 Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
  • Ps 22:15 : 15 My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
  • 2 Cor 2:7 : 7 So that nowe contrarywise, ye ought rather to forgeue hym, and comforte hym, lest that same person shoulde be swallowed vp with ouermuche heauynesse.
  • Ps 32:3-4 : 3 For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring. 4 For thy hande is heauie vpon me day and night: and my moysture is like the drouth in sommer. Selah.