Psalms 27:2
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When the wicked came upon me to devour my flesh, my enemies and foes stumbled and fell.
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Some think David penned this psalm before his coming to the throne, when he was in the midst of his troubles, and perhaps upon occasion of the death of his parents; but the Jews think he penned it when he was old, upon occasion of the wonderful deliverance he had from the sword of the giant, when Abishai succoured him (Sa2 21:16, Sa2 21:17) and his people thereupon resolved he should never venture his life again in battle, lest he should quench the light of Israel. Perhaps it was not penned upon any particular occasion; but it is very expressive of the pious and devout affections with which gracious souls are carried out towards God at all times, especially in times of trouble. Here is, I. The courage and holy bravery of his faith (Psa 27:1-3). II. The complacency he took in communion with God and the benefit he experienced by it (Psa 27:4-6). III. His desire towards God, and his favour and grace (Psa 27:7-9, Psa 27:11, Psa 27:12). IV. His expectations from God, and the encouragement he gives to others to hope in him (Psa 27:10, Psa 27:13, Psa 27:14). And let our hearts be thus affected in singing this psalm. A psalm of David.
Open source ↗27:2 The psalmist’s enemies seek to devour him by living at his expense (see study note on 14:4).
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They swarmed around me like bees, but they were extinguished like burning thorns; in the name of the LORD I cut them off.
Arise, O LORD! Save me, O my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked.
Many will stumble over these; they will fall and be broken; they will be ensnared and captured.”
When my enemies retreat, they stumble and perish before You.
Will the workers of iniquity never learn? They devour my people like bread; they refuse to call upon the LORD.
For dogs surround me; a band of evil men encircles me; they have pierced my hands and feet.
Why do you persecute me as God does? Will you never get enough of my flesh?
The cords of death encompassed me; the torrents of chaos overwhelmed me.
Will the workers of iniquity never learn? They devour my people like bread; they refuse to call upon God.
if the men of my house have not said, ‘Who is there who has not had his fill?’—