I cry.

The news made me cry.

The teacher made me cry.

Cry our beloved country.

When I want to cry, I think of you.

Every time I listen to this song, I cry.

I breathe, feel, cry, laugh, love and hate.

Much joy to these two friends!

Joy and Sorrow

I didn't cry because of the occupation thing, I didn't cry because the teacher said that the whole Lebanese soil was occupied and that he was wrong, I did because it was the first time I felt like a stranger, a minority or an intruder!

The disciples were filled with joy with the Holy Spirit.

And the disciples were filled with joy, and with the Holy Ghost.

The King of Belgium, just don't jump beforehand.

I should have cried then, but maybe today I am more resilient.

The hall erupted in surprise and joy.

This work was titled The Psalm of Joy.

Tension is everywhere but the joy too.

People should start living in immense joy, peace and happiness.

Even in laughter the heart may be sorrowful, and mirth may end in heaviness.

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

While they still didn't believe for joy, and wondered, he said to them, Do you have anything here to eat?

And while they yet believed not for joy, and wondered, he said unto them, Have ye here any meat?

He who loves pleasure shall be a poor man. He who loves wine and oil shall not be rich.

He that loveth pleasure shall be a poor man he that loveth wine and oil shall not be rich.

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The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth.

Isn't the food cut off before our eyes joy and gladness from the house of our God?

Is not the meat cut off before our eyes, yea, joy and gladness from the house of our God?

Thorns and briars will come up on my people's land yes, on all the houses of joy in the joyous city.

Upon the land of my people shall come up thorns and briers yea, upon all the houses of joy in the joyous city

In the past years, football (soccer) used to be the main source for joy for the Egyptian people.

But I think that Eileen expresses best what we really get out of this, which is the actual joy of collaboration.

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The poster on the Lebanese side of the border said it all Israel sheds tears of sorrow, Lebanon sheds tears of joy.

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It was a moment full of joyful tears. But I still felt guilty about what happened.

Gladness and joy is taken away from the fruitful field and from the land of Moab and I have caused wine to cease from the wine presses none shall tread with shouting the shouting shall be no shouting.

And joy and gladness is taken from the plentiful field, and from the land of Moab and I have caused wine to fail from the winepresses none shall tread with shouting their shouting shall be no shouting.

Moreover I will take from them the voice of mirth and the voice of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom and the voice of the bride, the sound of the millstones, and the light of the lamp.

Moreover I will take from them the voice of mirth, and the voice of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom, and the voice of the bride, the sound of the millstones, and the light of the candle.

For what thanksgiving can we render again to God for you, for all the joy with which we rejoice for your sakes before our God

For what thanks can we render to God again for you, for all the joy wherewith we joy for your sakes before our God

Gladness is taken away, and joy out of the fruitful field and in the vineyards there will be no singing, neither joyful noise. Nobody will tread out wine in the presses. I have made the shouting stop.

Then will I cause to cease from the cities of Judah, and from the streets of Jerusalem, the voice of mirth and the voice of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom and the voice of the bride for the land shall become a waste.

When she recognized Peter's voice, she didn't open the gate for joy, but ran in, and reported that Peter was standing in front of the gate.