Verse 22

A mery herte maketh a lusty age, but a sorowfull mide dryeth vp ye bones.

Referenced Verses

  • Prov 15:13 : 13 A mery herte maketh a chearfull countenaunce, but an vnquyet mynde maketh it heuy.
  • Prov 12:25 : 25 Heuynesse discorageth ye herte of man, but a good worde maketh it glad agayne.
  • Prov 18:14 : 14 A good stomacke dryueth awaye a mas disease, but wha ye sprete is vexed, who maye abyde it?
  • 2 Cor 7:10 : 10 For godly sorowe causeth repentaunce vnto saluacion, not to be repented of: but worldly sorowe causeth death.
  • Eccl 9:7-9 : 7 Go thou yi waye then, eate thy bred with ioye, & drynke yi wyne wt gladnesse, for thy workes please God. 8 Let thy garmetes be all waye whyte, & let yi heade want no oyntmet. 9 Vse thy self to lyue ioyfully wt thy wife whom thou louest, all ye daies of thy life (which is but vayne) yt God hath geue the vnder the Sonne, all ye dayes of thy vanite: for yt is thy porcion in this life, of all thy labor & trauayle yt thou takest vnder the Sonne.
  • Rom 5:2-5 : 2 by who also we haue an intraunce in faith vnto this grace, wherin we stonde, & reioyse in the hope of ye glorye for to come, which God shal geue. 3 Not onely yt, but we reioyse also i troubles, for so moch as we knowe, yt trouble bryngeth paciece, 4 paciece bryngeth experiece, experiece bryngeth hope: 5 As for hope, is letteth vs not come to cofusion, because the loue of God is shed abrode in oure hertes, by the holy goost which is geuen vnto vs.
  • Ps 102:3-5 : 3 For my dayes are consumed awaye like smoke, & my bones are brent vp as it were a fyre brande. 4 My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred. 5 For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
  • Ps 22:15 : 15 My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.
  • 2 Cor 2:7 : 7 so that from hence forth ye oughte the more to forgeue him and to comforte him, lest he be swalowed vp in ouer moch heuynesse.
  • Ps 32:3-4 : 3 For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges. 4 And because thy hande was so heuy vpon me both daye and night, my moysture was like the drouth in Sommer. Sela.