When I kept silence my bones waxed old
Through my groaning all the day long.
For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me;
My moisture was turned into the drought of summer,
Yet I acknowledged my sin unto thee, and my iniquity I did not conceal.
I said, I confess my transgressions unto Jehovah;
Thou forgavest the burthen of my sin.
For this let every one that is godly pray unto thee
While mercy may yet be found;
The floods of mighty waters shall not come nigh unto him.