God's Broken Bones

I knew how sin upbraids my spirit, sends my conscience to berate me and lays a crushing weight of god's displeasure upon my soul. David ribes this experience by saying, god broke his bones. Sin eroded him. As he describes in another psalm, when i kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long. Behold the beautiful calage of true repentance. It bows low in brokenness and contrition leads us to confess gross sin to the god we have offended. How can you so quickly ask for restoration of joy while uriah's body lies fresh in the tomb? Or so i am tempted to ask.