These things I will recall as I pour out my troubles within me: I used to go with the crowd in a procession to the house of God, accompanied with shouts of joy and thanksgiving.

I will focus my attention on a proverb; I will use the harp to expound my riddle.

Look what pours out of their mouths! They use their lips like swords, saying "Who will hear us?"

Don't use your strength to fight heaven or speak from stubborn arrogance."

My enemies revile me all day long; those who ridicule me use my name to curse.