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

I became dumb, keeping still; I was silent, from good; and my pain was stirred.

I also made sackcloth my clothing, and I became a proverb to them.

who perished at Endor; they became as dung for the earth.

And I became a shame to them; they looked on me; they shook their heads.