Yes, I am like one who cannot hear, whose mouth has no arguments.
Everyone goes about as a mere phantom. Surely they are making an uproar in vain, heaping up stuff— yet not knowing who will gather it.
I called upon You, O God, for You will answer me. Incline Your ear to me, hear my speech.
On the day I called, You answered me. You made me bold with strength in my soul.
He was oppressed and He was afflicted yet He did not open His mouth. Like a lamb led to the slaughter, like a sheep before its shearers is silent, so He did not open His mouth.