There is a generation whose teeth are swords, and their jaw teeth, knives, to devour the poor from off the earth, and the needy from among men.

By long-suffering a ruler is persuaded, and a soft tongue breaks the bone.

It will be health to thy navel, and marrow to thy bones.

A worthy woman is the crown of her husband, but she who makes ashamed is as rottenness in his bones.

A tranquil heart is the life of the flesh, but envy is the rottenness of the bones.

The light of the eyes rejoices the heart. Good news make the bones fat.

Pleasant words are a honeycomb: Sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.

A cheerful heart is a good medicine, but a broken spirit dries up the bones.