¹⁵ My mouth^[a] is dried up like a potsherd,^(A)
    and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;^(B)
    you lay me in the dust^(C) of death.

³⁰ A heart at peace gives life to the body,
    but envy rots the bones.^(A)

¹³ A happy heart makes the face cheerful,^(A)
    but heartache crushes the spirit.^(B)

¹⁴ The human spirit can endure in sickness,
    but a crushed spirit who can bear?^(A)