American Standard Version
"I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; And my sorrow was stirred. "
— Psalms 39:2, American Standard Version
“I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.”
“I was mute with silence. I held my peace, even from good. My sorrow was stirred.”
“I was stone silent; I held back the urge to speak. My frustration grew;”
“With expectation I have waited for the Lord, and he was attentive to me.”
“I made no sound, I said no word, even of good; and I was moved with sorrow.”
“I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.”
I said, I will take heed to my ways, That I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, While the wicked is before me.
I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; And my sorrow was stirred.
My heart was hot within me; While I was musing the fire burned; Then spake I with my tongue:
Jehovah, make me to know mine end, And the measure of my days, what it is; Let me know how frail I am.
Behold, thou hast made my daysas handbreadths; And my life-time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. [Selah