John Trapp on Psalms 32:3

Verſ. 3. When I kept ſilence] i.e. Whileſt I through guile of ſpirit (for this leaven of Hypocriſie is more or leſſe in the beſt hearts, though it ſway not there) concealed my ſin, and kept the Devills counſel, contenting my ſelf with his anodines and falſe plaiſters. That old man ſlayer knoweth well, that as ſin is the ſoules ſickneſſe, ſo confeſſion is the ſoules [illegible: 1 word]; and that there is no way to purge the ſick ſoul, but upwards. He therefore holdeth the lips cloſe, that the heart may not diſburden it ſelf. David by his perſwaſion, kept ſilence for a while, but that he found was to his ruthe; and if he had held ſo, it might have been to his ruine. Men, in pain of conſcience, will ſhark for eaſe, rather than ſue for pardon; as the Prodigall firſt joyned himſelf to a Citizen, then ate husks, &c. before he would reſolve to return. Satan had firſt ſeduced David, and then gagg'd him, as it were, that he might keep ſilence. But then God took him, and ſet him, upon the rack, where he roared till he reſolved to confeſſe. And the like befell Bilney, Bainbam, Whittle, and many other of the Martyrs, who having firſt yeelded, could never be at reſt within themſelves till they had publickly confeſſed their fault, and retracted their ſubſcriptions to thoſe Popiſh Articles.

My bones waxed old] i.e. My ſtrength waſted and wore away, I was in a pittifull plight, per febrim for ſan, ſaith an expoſitour, by a feaver, poſſibly, the fruit of his inward affliction. So bitter and burdenſome is ſin cloaked, and cloſe kept.

Through my rearing all the day long] Like a wild beaſt,Jun. belluinos potius quam humanos gensitus & querimonias fudi, I rather roared to the enfeebling of my body, than repented to the eaſing of my conſcience. I cryed out for pain, but prayed not for pardon. As a Lyon in a ſnare roareth, as a bird in a gin fluttereth, ſo it fareth with Hypocrites under Gods hand (and with better men too ſometimes, and for a ſeaſon) but eſpecially in pangs of conſcience, they bellow like bulls in a net, or ſwine, when a ſticking; they beat the air with many brutiſh roarings and ragings, which avail them no more than if an Ox ſhould break out of the ſlaughter-houſe after the deadly blow given him; the ſting of conſcience ſtill remaineth.