Anger slays even wise men, yet a submissive answer turns away wrath; but a grievous word stirs up anger.

In long suffering is prosperity to kings, and a soft tongue breaks the bones.

I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of Your wondrous tabernacle, [even] to the house of God, with a voice of exaltation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.

Hope in Him, all you congregation of the people; pour out your hearts before Him, for God is our helper. Pause.

I will pour out my supplication before Him. I will declare before Him my affliction.

When my spirit was fainting within me, then You knew my paths; in the very way in which I was walking, they hid a snare for me.

I spread forth my hands to You; my soul [thirsts] for You, as a dry land. Pause.

KOPH. Arise, rejoice in the night at the beginning of your watch: pour out your heart as water before the face of the Lord, lift up your hands to Him for the life of your infants, who faint from hunger at the top of all the streets.