With expectation I have waited for the Lord, and he was attentive to me.
I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; And my sorrow was stirred.
I was dumb with silence, I held my peace without profit and had no comfort away from good, while my distress was renewed.
So I was completely quiet, silent. I kept my peace, but it did no good. My pain got worse.
I have waited expectantly for the Lord, and he was attentive to me.