The nobles held their peace, And their tongue cleaved to the roof of their mouth.
If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; If I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.
and I will make thy tongue cleave to the roof of thy mouth, that thou shalt be dumb, and shalt not be to them a reprover: for they are a rebellious house.
After my words they spake not again; And my speech dropped upon them.