The Lord is near the broken-hearted; he is the saviour of those whose spirits are crushed down.

He makes the broken-hearted well, and puts oil on their wounds.

The offerings of God are a broken spirit; a broken and sorrowing heart, O God, you will not put from you.

A glad heart makes a shining face, but by the sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.

Because he had no mercy, but was cruel to the low and the poor, designing the death of the broken-hearted.

The spirit of the Lord is on me, because I am marked out by him to give good news to the poor; he has sent me to make the broken-hearted well, to say that the prisoners will be made free, and that those in chains will see the light again;

A glad heart makes a healthy body, but a crushed spirit makes the bones dry.

He keeps all his bones: not one of them is broken.

My heart is broken by bitter words, I am full of grief; I made a search for some to have pity on me, but there was no one; I had no comforter.

Make me well, O Lord, and I will be well; be my saviour, and I will be safe: for you are my hope.

And Hannah, answering him, said, No, my lord, I am a woman whose spirit is broken with sorrow: I have not taken wine or strong drink, but I have been opening my heart before the Lord.

My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.

I have gone from men's minds and memory like a dead man; I am like a broken vessel.

For I am poor and in need, and my heart is wounded in me.

For this is the word of him who is high and lifted up, whose resting-place is eternal, whose name is Holy: my resting-place is in the high and holy place, and with him who is crushed and poor in spirit, to give life to the spirit of the poor, and to make strong the heart of the crushed.

The spirit of a man will be his support when he is ill; but how may a broken spirit be lifted up?

But their swords will be turned into their hearts, and their bows will be broken.

Let the arm of the sinner and the evil-doer be broken; go on searching for his sin till there is no more.

My servants will make songs in the joy of their hearts, but you will be crying for sorrow, and making sounds of grief from a broken spirit.

A quiet mind is the life of the body, but envy is a disease in the bones.

If I have taken its produce without payment, causing the death of its owners;

Make sounds of grief, son of man; with body bent and a bitter heart make sounds of grief before their eyes.

And wine to make glad the heart of man, and oil to make his face shining, and bread giving strength to his heart.

No one has knowledge of a man's grief but himself; and a strange person has no part in his joy.

Make me full of joy and rapture; so that the bones which have been broken may be glad.

For all these things my hand has made, and they are mine, says the Lord; but to this man only will I give attention, to him who is poor and broken in spirit, fearing my word.

For the destruction of the daughter of my people I am broken: I am dressed in the clothing of grief; fear has taken me in its grip.