Countenance: Sad

“May your maidservant find favor with you,” said Hannah. Then she went on her way, and she began to eat, and her face was no longer downcast.

…so the king said to me, “Why is your face sad, though you are not ill? This could only be sadness of the heart.” I was overwhelmed with fear

…and replied to the king, “May the king live forever! Why should I not be sad when the city where my fathers are buried lies in ruins, and its gates have been destroyed by fire?”

Sorrow is better than laughter, for a sad countenance is good for the heart.

All the people of the coastlands are appalled over you. Their kings shudder with fear; their faces are contorted.

And at the end of ten days, they looked healthier and better nourished than all the young men who were eating the king’s food.

…his face grew pale and his thoughts so alarmed him that his hips gave way and his knees knocked together.