² I was mute with silence. I held my peace, even from good. My sorrow was stirred.

¹⁹ Behold, my breast is as wine which has no vent; Like new wineskins it is ready to burst.

²⁰ I will speak, that I may be refreshed. I will open my lips and answer.

¹³ But I, as a deaf man, don't hear. I am as a mute man who doesn't open his mouth.

¹⁴ Yes, I am as a man who doesn't hear, In whose mouth are no reproofs.

⁷ 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.

⁶ "Don't give that which is holy to the dogs, neither throw your pearls before the pigs, lest perhaps they trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you to pieces.

¹² When he was accused by the chief priests and elders, he answered nothing.

¹³ Then Pilate said to him, "Don't you hear how many things they testify against you?"

¹⁴ He gave him no answer, not even one word, so that the governor marveled greatly.

²⁰ for we can't help telling the things which we saw and heard."