Set, Lord, a watch before my mouth, keep of my lips the door.
I said, I will look to my ways, lest with my tongue I sin: In sight of wicked men my mouth with bridle I'll keep in.
Thy lips refrain from speaking guile, and from ill words thy tongue.
Fill'd let my mouth be with thy praise and honour all day long.
With silence I as dumb became, I did myself restrain From speaking good; but then the more increased was my pain.