³ When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.

32 Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered.

⁴ For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.

² Blessed is the man unto whom the Lord imputeth not iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no guile.

⁵ I acknowledge my sin unto thee, and mine iniquity have I not hid. I said, I will confess my transgressions unto the Lord; and thou forgavest the iniquity of my sin. Selah.

⁷ Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance. Selah.