3 Because I was silent, my bones grew old, while still I cried out all day long.
4 For, day and night, your hand was heavy upon me. I have been converted in my anguish, while still the thorn is piercing.
5 I have acknowledged my offense to you, and I have not concealed my injustice. I said, "I will confess against myself, my injustice to the Lord," and you forgave the impiety of my sin.
6 For this, everyone who is holy will pray to you in due time. Yet truly, in a flood of many waters, they will not draw near to him.
7 You are my refuge from the tribulation that has surrounded me. You are my exultation: rescue me from those who are surrounding me.
8 I will give you understanding, and I will instruct you in this way, in which you will walk. I will fix my eyes upon you.
9 Do not become like the horse and the mule, which have no understanding. Their jaws are constrained with bit and bridle, so as not to draw near to you.