Ps.39.2

I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.

Ps.39.2

"Mum's the word," I said, and kept quiet. But the longer I kept silence The worse it got--

Ps.39.2

I was mute with silence, I held my peace even from good; And my sorrow was stirred up.

Ps.39.2

But as I stood there in silence--not even speaking of good things--the turmoil within me grew to the bursting point.