The nobles held their peace, and their tongue stuck to the roof of their mouth.
After my words they did not speak again, and my speech settled on them like dew.
If I do not remember you, let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth, if I prefer not Jerusalem above my highest joy.
And I will make your tongue cleave to the roof of your mouth so that you shall be mute and cannot be one to rebuke them, for they are a rebellious house.