When I kept silent, my bones grew old Through my groaning all the day long.
32:2 Blessed is the man to whom the LORD does not impute iniquity, And in whose spirit there is no deceit.
32:3 When I kept silent, my bones grew old Through my groaning all the day long.
32:4 For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me; My vitality was turned into the drought of summer.Selah