I-Kings

Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried: the Lord do so to me, and more also, if ought but death part thee and me.

The fear of a king is as the roaring of a lion: whoso provoketh him to anger sinneth against his own soul.

The censers of these sinners against their own souls, let them make them broad plates for a covering of the altar: for they offered them before the Lord, therefore they are hallowed: and they shall be a sign unto the children of Israel.

As for the head of those that compass me about, let the mischief of their own lips cover them.

So they shall make their own tongue to fall upon themselves: all that see them shall flee away.