My enemies cannot speak a truthful word. Their deepest desire is to destroy others. Their talk is foul, like the stench from an open grave. Their tongues are filled with flattery.

They speak without a sound or word; their voice is never heard.

Yet their message has gone throughout the earth, and their words to all the world. God has made a home in the heavens for the sun.

May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing to you, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer.

Do not drag me away with the wicked— with those who do evil— those who speak friendly words to their neighbors while planning evil in their hearts.

For the word of the Lord holds true, and we can trust everything he does.

The Lord merely spoke, and the heavens were created. He breathed the word, and all the stars were born.

The more I thought about it, the hotter I got, igniting a fire of words:

Psalm 45

For the choir director: A love song to be sung to the tune “Lilies.” A psalm of the descendants of Korah.

Beautiful words stir my heart. I will recite a lovely poem about the king, for my tongue is like the pen of a skillful poet.

You are the most handsome of all. Gracious words stream from your lips. God himself has blessed you forever.

Psalm 58

For the choir director: A psalm of David, to be sung to the tune “Do Not Destroy!”

Justice—do you rulers know the meaning of the word? Do you judge the people fairly?

Listen to the filth that comes from their mouths; their words cut like swords. “After all, who can hear us?” they sneer.

They sharpen their tongues like swords and aim their bitter words like arrows.

The Lord gives the word, and a great army brings the good news.

They boast against the very heavens, and their words strut throughout the earth.

And so the people are dismayed and confused, drinking in all their words.

They rebelled against the words of God, scorning the counsel of the Most High.

He sent out his word and healed them, snatching them from the door of death.

They surround me with hateful words and fight against me for no reason.

Daleth

I lie in the dust; revive me by your word.

Then I can answer those who taunt me, for I trust in your word.

How sweet your words taste to me; they are sweeter than honey.

The teaching of your word gives light, so even the simple can understand.

I rise early, before the sun is up; I cry out for help and put my hope in your words.

Seeing these traitors makes me sick at heart, because they care nothing for your word.