שְׂחוֹק

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.

O LORD, thou hast deceived me, and I was deceived: thou art stronger than I, and hast prevailed: I am in derision daily, every one mocketh me.

Make ye him drunken: for he magnified himself against the LORD: Moab also shall wallow in his vomit, and he also shall be in derision.

For was not Israel a derision unto thee? was he found among thieves? for since thou spakest of him, thou skippedst for joy.

They shall howl, saying, How is it broken down! how hath Moab turned the back with shame! so shall Moab be a derision and a dismaying to all them about him.

Till he fill thy mouth with laughing, and thy lips with rejoicing.

I am as one mocked of his neighbour, who calleth upon God, and he answereth him: the just upright man is laughed to scorn.