Psalm 32:3-4 When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.… — A dry sorrow is a terrible one, but clear sunshine often follows the rain of tears. Tears are hopeful things; they are the dewdrops of the morning foretelling the coming day There is something in telling your sorrow and letting it out, otherwise it is like a mountain turn which has no outlet, into which the rains descend and the torrents rush, and at last the banks are broken and a flood is caused. A festering wound is dangerous. Many have lost their reason because they had good reason to tell their sorrows, but had not reason enough to do so. ( C. H. Spurgeon.) Parallel Verses KJV: When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.WEB: When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long. |
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