For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole.

He bindeth up the waters in his thick clouds; and the cloud is not rent under them.

He bindeth the floods from overflowing; and the thing that is hid he bringeth forth to light.

By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.

But the hypocrites in heart heap up wrath: they cry not when he bindeth them.