Proverbs 25:20
Whoso is taking away a garment in a cold day, `Is as' vinegar on nitre, And a singer of songs on a sad heart.
Whoso is taking away a garment in a cold day, `Is as' vinegar on nitre, And a singer of songs on a sad heart.
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13A joyful heart maketh glad the face, And by grief of heart is the spirit smitten.
22A rejoicing heart doth good to the body, And a smitten spirit drieth the bone.
25Sorrow in the heart of a man boweth down, And a good word maketh him glad.
2Better to go unto a house of mourning, Than to go unto a house of banqueting, For that is the end of all men, And the living layeth `it' unto his heart.
3Better `is' sorrow than laughter, For by the sadness of the face the heart becometh better.
4The heart of the wise `is' in a house of mourning, And the heart of fools in a house of mirth.
5Better to hear a rebuke of a wise man, Than `for' a man to hear a song of fools,
6For as the noise of thorns under the pot, So `is' the laughter of a fool, even this `is' vanity.
6Give strong drink to the perishing, And wine to the bitter in soul,
7He drinketh, and forgetteth his poverty, And his misery he remembereth not again.
13Even in laughter is the heart pained, And the latter end of joy `is' affliction.
7Mourned hath the new wine, languished the vine, Sighed have all the joyful of heart.
20Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?
19A bad tooth, and a tottering foot, `Is' the confidence of the treacherous in a day of adversity.
21If he who is hating thee doth hunger, cause him to eat bread, And if he thirst, cause him to drink water.
25`As' cold waters for a weary soul, So `is' a good report from a far country.
9With a song they drink not wine, Bitter is strong drink to those drinking it.
15All the days of the afflicted `are' evil, And gladness of heart `is' a perpetual banquet.
9be exceeding afflicted, and mourn, and weep, let your laughter to mourning be turned, and the joy to heaviness;
23A north wind bringeth forth rain, And a secret tongue -- indignant faces.
7For as he hath thought in his soul, so `is' he, `Eat and drink,' saith he to thee, And his heart `is' not with thee.
13As a vessel of snow in a day of harvest, `So is' a faithful ambassador to those sending him, And the soul of his masters he refresheth.
14Clouds and wind, and rain there is none, `Is' a man boasting himself in a false gift.
31And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
15Ceased hath the joy of our heart, Turned to mourning hath been our dancing.
25And this `one' dieth with a bitter soul, And have not eaten with gladness.
10The heart knoweth its own bitterness, And with its joy a stranger doth not intermeddle.
20Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am sick, And I look for a bemoaner, and there is none, And for comforters, and I have found none.
18My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
22Only -- his flesh for him is pained, And his soul for him doth mourn.'
7A satiated soul treadeth down a honeycomb, And `to' a hungry soul every bitter thing `is' sweet.
17Also all his days in darkness he consumeth, and sadness, and wrath, and sickness abound.
9Ointment and perfume rejoice the heart, And the sweetness of one's friend -- from counsel of the soul.
30A healed heart `is' life to the flesh, And rottenness to the bones `is' envy.
26As vinegar to the teeth, And as smoke to the eyes, So `is' the slothful to those sending him.
15A continual dropping in a day of rain, And a woman of contentions are alike,
18And he putteth on reviling as his robe, And it cometh in as water into his midst, And as oil into his bones.
5A torch -- despised in the thoughts of the secure Is prepared for those sliding with the feet.
11Thou hast turned my mourning to dancing for me, Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, And girdest me `with' joy.
15He hath filled me with bitter things, He hath filled me `with' wormwood.
23For all his days are sorrows, and his travail sadness; even at night his heart hath not lain down; this also `is' vanity.
18As `one' pretending to be feeble, Who is casting sparks, arrows, and death,
19So hath a man deceived his neighbour, And hath said, `Am not I playing?'
14Lo, My servants sing from joy of heart, And ye cry from pain of heart, And from breaking of spirit ye do howl.
36And he spake also a simile unto them -- `No one a patch of new clothing doth put on old clothing, and if otherwise, the new also doth make a rent, and with the old the patch doth not agree, that `is' from the new.
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
5Thou hast caused them to eat bread of tears, And causest them to drink With tears a third time.
19As `in' water the face `is' to face, So the heart of man to man.
21`And no one a patch of undressed cloth doth sew on an old garment, and if not -- the new filling it up doth take from the old and the rent doth become worse;
9A thorn hath gone up into the hand of a drunkard, And a parable in the mouth of fools.