When I kept silence, my bones wasted away Through my groaning all the day long.
Make me to hear joy and gladness, That the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.
And they sing a new song, saying, Worthy art thou to take the book, and to open the seals thereof: for thou was slain, and didst purchase unto God with thy blood (men) of every tribe, and tongue, and people, and nation,