Psalms 32:3

Psalms 32:3. When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.

I have heard that certain diseases, when they are suppressed, are all the more terrible and deadly; and, certainly, suppressed sin, or suppressed sorrow for sin, which has no vent by way of confession before God, is a dreadful thing. It seems to eat into the very bones: "My bones waxed old," like a strong acid eating into the very pillars of our manhood.