But I, as a deaf man, don't hear. I am as a mute man who doesn't open his mouth.
The wicked have laid a snare for me, yet I haven't gone astray from your precepts.
I was mute with silence. I held my shalom, even from good. My sorrow was stirred.
I was mute. I didn't open my mouth, because you did it.
He was oppressed, yet when he was afflicted he didn't open his mouth; as a lamb that is led to the slaughter, and as a sheep that before its shearers is mute, so he didn't open his mouth.
Who, when he was cursed, didn't curse back. When he suffered, didn't threaten, but committed himself to him who judges righteously;