A soft answer turns away wrath, but grievous words stir up anger.

In being slow to anger a ruler is persuaded, and a soft tongue breaks the bone.

When I remember these things, I pour out my soul within me; for I had gone with the multitude; I went with them to the house of God with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping the feast.

Trust in Him at all times, you people; pour out your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us. Selah.

I pour out my meditation before Him; I make known before His face my distress.

When my spirit was faint within me, then You knew my path. In the way in which I walk they have hidden a snare for me.

I have spread my hands toward You; my soul is like a weary land. Selah

Arise, cry out in the night. At the beginning of the watches, pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord. Lift up your hands toward Him for the life of your children who faint from hunger at the head of every street.