O Lord, free my soul from lips of iniquity and from the deceitful tongue.

Those fleeing from the snare stood in the shadow of Heshbon. For a fire has gone forth from Heshbon, and a flame from the midst of Sihon, and it will devour the portion of Moab, and the top of the head of the sons of tumult.

Accept my discipline, and not money. Choose the doctrine that is greater than gold.