nAlmty dvmyh hKHSHyty mtvb vkAby n`kr

expectans expectavi Dominum et inclinatus est ad 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, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.

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, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.

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

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, even from good; And my sorrow was stirred.

I was dumb, I was sorrowful and grieved for what is good and my sorrow was agitated.

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

I was dumb, and was humbled, and kept silence from good things : and my sorrow was renewed.

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

I was mute and silent; I held my peace to no avail, and my distress grew worse.

I remained totally speechless. I kept silent, although it did me no good. While I was deep in thought, my pain grew worse.

I was speechless and quiet; I kept silent, even from speaking good, and my pain intensified.

I was as silent as a mute person; I said nothing, not even something good, and my distress deepened.

I was stone silent; I held back the urge to speak. My frustration grew;

I was mute and silent, I refrained even from good, And my sorrow grew worse.

So I remained utterly silent, not even saying anything good. But my anguish increased;

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

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.

So I did not speak a word, even about good things. That made me very upset.

I was dumb [with] silence, I kept silent from good, and my pain is excited.

I stayed quiet, not even saying anything good. And my sorrow grew worse.

I kept my mouth shut; I had nothing to say—not even anything good— which came to grieve me more and more.

But as I stood there silently the turmoil within me grew to the bursting point. The more I mused, the hotter the fires inside. Then at last I spoke and pled with God:

I said, “I will be careful of my behavior so as not to sin with my tongue. I will keep a muzzle on my mouth whenever the wicked are in my presence.”

I was mute with silence, I even kept silent from speaking good, And my anguish grew worse.

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

I was speechless and quiet; I kept silent, even from speaking good, and my pain intensified.

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 kept very quiet. I didn’t even say anything good, but I became even more upset.

I’m determined to watch steps and tongue so they won’t land me in trouble. I decided to hold my tongue as long as Wicked is in the room. “Mum’s the word,” I said, and kept quiet. But the longer I kept silence The worse it got— my insides got hotter and hotter. My thoughts boiled over; I spilled my guts.

I said nothing. I kept silent. I did not even say anything good, but my pain became worse.

I was silent and still; I held my peace to no avail; my distress grew worse,

I kept quiet, not saying a word, not even about anything good! But my suffering only grew worse,

I was dumb, and I was meeked full greatly, and was still, (even) from goods; and my sorrow was renewed. (I was dumb, and was very greatly humbled, and I was silent, even about good things; and so my sorrow was renewed.)

I kept completely silent, but it did no good, and I hurt even worse.

I was dumb and silent, I held my peace to no avail; my distress grew worse,

I was silent and still; I held my peace to no avail; my distress grew worse;

I was silent and still; I held my peace to no avail; my distress grew worse,

So I was completely quiet, silent. I kept my peace, but it did no good. My pain got worse.

I was mute and silent [before my enemies], I refrained even from good, And my distress grew worse.

I was mute and silent; I held my peace to no avail, and my distress grew worse.

I said, “I will watch my ways, lest I sin with my tongue; I will keep a muzzle on my mouth.”

I was mute and silent, I refused to say even something good, And my pain was stirred up.

So I kept ·very quiet [silent and still]. I didn’t even say anything good, but ·I became even more upset [L my agony/sorrow got worse].

I said: “I will guard my ways, so I will not sin with my tongue. I will muzzle my mouth while the wicked are before me.”

I was dumb and silent, I held my peace to no avail; my distress grew worse,

So I was completely silent. I didn’t even say anything good. But the pain inside me grew worse.

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

I said, “I will watch how I behave, so that I won’t sin with my tongue; I will put a muzzle on my mouth whenever the wicked confront me.”

I was silent and still; I held my peace to no avail; my distress grew worse,

I was dumb with silence, I held my peace for the sake of tov; and my distress grew severe.

I remained totally speechless. I kept silent, although it did me no good. While I was deep in thought, my pain grew worse.

I was speechless in silence; I was silent to no avail, but my anguish was stirred up.

So I didn’t say anything. I didn’t even say anything good, but I became even more upset.

So I kept very quiet. I didn’t even say anything good. But I became even more upset.

I was mute with silence. I was silent even from saying good things, and my pain was stirred up.

So I remained utterly silent, not even saying anything good. But my anguish increased;