There is a kind of man whose teeth are like swords
And his jaw teeth like knives,
To devour the afflicted from the earth
And the needy from among men.

By forbearance a ruler may be persuaded,
And a soft tongue breaks the bone.

It will be healing to your body
And refreshment to your bones.

An excellent wife is the crown of her husband,
But she who shames him is like rottenness in his bones.

A tranquil heart is life to the body,
But passion is rottenness to the bones.

Bright eyes gladden the heart;
Good news puts fat on the bones.

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

A joyful heart is good medicine,
But a broken spirit dries up the bones.