Salmos 39

Ed esaudì le mie orazioni, e dall'abisso della miseria mi trasse, e dal sordido fango. E a' piedi miei diè fermezza sopra la pietra, e assicurò i miei passi.

Enmudecí con silencio, calléme aun respecto de lo bueno: y excitóse mi dolor.

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.