An Angry Countenance

• Wind

The north wind driveth away rain: so doth an angry countenance a backbiting tongue.

And the LORD said unto Cain, Why art thou wroth? and why is thy countenance fallen?

Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath:

But unto Cain and to his offering he had not respect. And Cain was very wroth, and his countenance fell.

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

Go and proclaim these words toward the north, and say, Return, thou backsliding Israel, saith the LORD; and I will not cause mine anger to fall upon you: for I am merciful, saith the LORD, and I will not keep anger for ever.