 Sorrow not, oh, there's real sorrow, but the stinger is gone. Oh, death, where is thy sting? Oh, grave, where is thy victory? Death is swallowed up in victory, says Paul. Yes, my tears fall, and I get hurt, and I get discouraged, and I go through the waters of sorrow, just as we all do. But the stinger is gone. The bitterness is gone.