Psalms 6:6
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I am weary from groaning; all night I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.
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David was a weeping prophet as well as Jeremiah, and this psalm is one of his lamentations: either it was penned in a time, or at least calculated for a time, of great trouble, both outward and inward. Is any afflicted? Is any sick? Let him sing this psalm. The method of this psalm is very observable, and what we shall often meet with. He begins with doleful complaints, but ends with joyful praises; like Hannah, who went to prayer with a sorrowful spirit, but, when she had prayed, went her way, and her countenance was no more sad. Three things the psalmist is here complaining of: - 1. Sickness of body. 2. Trouble of mind, arising from the sense of sin, the meritorious cause of pain and sickness. 3. The insults of his enemies upon occasion of both. Now here, I. He pours out his complaints before God, deprecates his wrath, and begs earnestly for the return of his favour (Psa 6:1-7). II. He assures himself of an answer of peace, shortly, to his full satisfaction (Psa 6:8-10). This psalm is like the book of Job. To the chief musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith. A psalm of David.
Open source ↗6:6-7 The psalmist is exhausted to the depths of his being from the anguish of his spiritual distance from the Lord (22:1; 31:9-10; 102:5). • When eyes dim, the body is failing (see 13:3; 31:9; 38:10; Matt 6:22).
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O Lord, my every desire is before You; my groaning is not hidden from You.
My tears have been my food both day and night, while men ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”
I am weary from my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
For these things I weep; my eyes flow with tears. For there is no one nearby to comfort me, no one to revive my soul. My children are destitute because the enemy has prevailed.
She weeps aloud in the night, with tears upon her cheeks. Among all her lovers there is no one to comfort her. All her friends have betrayed her; they have become her enemies.
My friends are my scoffers as my eyes pour out tears to God.
So I am allotted months of futility, and nights of misery are appointed me.
“Even today my complaint is bitter. His hand is heavy despite my groaning.
My eyes fail from weeping; I am churning within. My heart is poured out in grief over the destruction of the daughter of my people, because children and infants faint in the streets of the city.
Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry for help; do not be deaf to my weeping. For I am a foreigner dwelling with You, a stranger like all my fathers.