Then was our mouth filled with laughter, and our tongue with singing: then said they among the heathen, The LORD hath done great things for them.

Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful; and the end of that mirth is heaviness.

I said of laughter, It is mad: and of mirth, What doeth it?

Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better.

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool: this also is vanity.

A feast is made for laughter, and wine maketh merry: but money answereth all things.

Be afflicted, and mourn, and weep: let your laughter be turned to mourning, and your joy to heaviness.