For there is no truth in their mouth; their inmost self is destruction; their throat is an open grave; they flatter with their tongue.

His mouth is filled with cursing and deceit and oppression; under his tongue are mischief and iniquity.

May the Lord cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that makes great boasts,

those who say, “With our tongue we will prevail, our lips are with us; who is master over us?”

who does not slander with his tongue and does no evil to his neighbor, nor takes up a reproach against his friend;

my strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to my jaws; you lay me in the dust of death.

In the cover of your presence you hide them from the plots of men; you store them in your shelter from the strife of tongues.

Keep your tongue from evil and your lips from speaking deceit.

Then my tongue shall tell of your righteousness and of your praise all the day long.

The mouth of the righteous utters wisdom, and his tongue speaks justice.

What Is the Measure of My Days?

To the choirmaster: to Jeduthun. A Psalm of David.

I said, “I will guard my ways, that I may not sin with my tongue; I will guard my mouth with a muzzle, so long as the wicked are in my presence.”

My heart became hot within me. As I mused, the fire burned; then I spoke with my tongue:

Your Throne, O God, Is Forever

To the choirmaster: according to Lilies. A Maskil of the Sons of Korah; a love song.

My heart overflows with a pleasing theme; I address my verses to the king; my tongue is like the pen of a ready scribe.

“You give your mouth free rein for evil, and your tongue frames deceit.

Deliver me from bloodguiltiness, O God, O God of my salvation, and my tongue will sing aloud of your righteousness.

Your tongue plots destruction, like a sharp razor, you worker of deceit.

You love all words that devour, O deceitful tongue.

Destroy, O Lord, divide their tongues; for I see violence and strife in the city.

My soul is in the midst of lions; I lie down amid fiery beasts— the children of man, whose teeth are spears and arrows, whose tongues are sharp swords.

who whet their tongues like swords, who aim bitter words like arrows,

They are brought to ruin, with their own tongues turned against them; all who see them will wag their heads.

I cried to him with my mouth, and high praise was on my tongue.

that you may strike your feet in their blood, that the tongues of your dogs may have their portion from the foe.”

And my tongue will talk of your righteous help all the day long, for they have been put to shame and disappointed who sought to do me hurt.

They set their mouths against the heavens, and their tongue struts through the earth.