Psalms 32:3

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

A wanton glance, and the sin with Bathsheba. Where was the pleasure of it when it cost him all this? Such groaning that his very bones get old as if they were rotten, and his heart was heavy as if he wished to die. "For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me." God was dealing with him; God with his hand pressing him heavily, forcing his sin home upon him, making him say, "My sin is ever before me." Oh! the misery of sinning to a child of God. Do not dream that we can ever have any pleasure in sin; the worldling may, but the believer never can. To him it is a deadly viper, that will fill his veins with burning poison.