Verse 22

A ioyfull heart causeth good health: but a sorowfull minde dryeth the bones.

Referenced Verses

  • Prov 15:13 : 13 A ioyfull heart maketh a chearefull countenance: but by the sorow of the heart the minde is heauie.
  • Prov 12:25 : 25 Heauines in the heart of man doeth bring it downe: but a good worde reioyceth it.
  • Prov 18:14 : 14 The spirit of a man will susteine his infirmitie: but a wounded spirit who can beare it?
  • 2 Cor 7:10 : 10 For godly sorowe causeth repentance vnto saluation, not to be repented of: but the worldly sorowe causeth death.
  • Eccl 9:7-9 : 7 Goe, eate thy bread with ioy, & drinke thy wine with a cheerefull heart: for God nowe accepteth thy workes. 8 At all times let thy garments be white, and let not oyle be lacking vpon thine head. 9 Reioyce with the wife whom thou hast loued all the dayes of the life of thy vanitie, which God hath giuen thee vnder the sunne all the dayes of thy vanitie: for this is thy portion in the life, and in thy trauaile wherein thou labourest vnder the sunne.
  • Rom 5:2-5 : 2 By who also through faith, we haue had this accesse into this grace, wherein we stand, and reioyce vnder ye hope of the glory of God. 3 Neither that onely, but also we reioyce in tribulations, knowing that tribulation bringeth forth patience, 4 And patience experience, and experience hope, 5 And hope maketh not ashamed, because the loue of God is shed abroade in our heartes by the holy Ghost, which is giuen vnto vs.
  • Ps 102:3-5 : 3 For my dayes are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burnt like an herthe. 4 Mine heart is smitten and withereth like grasse, because I forgate to eate my bread. 5 For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
  • Ps 22:15 : 15 My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
  • 2 Cor 2:7 : 7 So that nowe contrariwise yee ought rather to forgiue him, and comfort him, lest the same shoulde bee swalowed vp with ouermuch heauinesse.
  • Ps 32:3-4 : 3 When I helde my tongue, my bones consumed, or when I roared all the day, 4 (For thine hand is heauie vpon me, day and night: and my moysture is turned into ye drought of summer. Selah)