I labour for peace; but when I speak unto them thereof, they make them ready to battle.

My heart is ready, O God, my heart is ready; I will sing and give praise.

Thou hast girded me with strength unto the battle; thou hast thrown them all down under me, that rose up against me. {TYNDALE: And thou compassedest me about with might to battle, and madest them that rose against me to stoop under me.}

If a man will not turn, he will whet his sword; he hath bent his bow and made it ready.

For lo, the ungodly bend their bow, and make ready their arrows within the quiver, that they may privily shoot at them which are true of heart.

Therefore shalt thou put them to flight, and the strings of thy bow shalt thou make ready against the face of them.

I am ready to suffer trouble, and my heaviness is ever in my sight.

{To the Chanter, upon Shoshannim, an instruction of the children of Korah; a song of love} My heart is inditing of a good matter; I speak the things which I have made unto the King. My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.

{A song and Psalm of David} O God, my heart is ready to sing and to give praise. Awake, O my glory!