When I kept silence [before I confessed], my bones wasted away through my groaning all the day long.
When I kept silence, my bones waxed old Through my roaring all the day long.
When I kept silence, my bones wasted away Through my groaning all the day long.
When I kept quiet, my bones wore out; I was groaning all day long— every day, every night!—
Sing to him a new song. Sing psalms to him skillfully, with loud exclamation.