2 How long shall I take counsel in my soul, Having sorrow in my heart every day? How long shall my enemy triumph over me?
Don't rejoice against me, my enemy. When I fall, I will arise. When I sit in darkness, Yahweh will be a light to me. I will bear the indignation of Yahweh, Because I have sinned against him, Until he pleads my case, and executes judgment for me. He will bring me forth to the light. I will see his righteousness. Then my enemy will see it, And shame will cover her who said to me, Where is Yahweh your God? Then my enemy will see me and will cover her shame. Now she will be trodden down like the mire of the streets.
Remember this, that the enemy has mocked you, Yahweh. Foolish people have blasphemed your name.
In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out in the night, and didn't get tired. My soul refused to be comforted. I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah. You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can't speak. I have considered the days of old, The years of ancient times. I remember my song in the night. I consider in my own heart; My spirit diligently inquires: "Will the Lord reject us forever? Will he be favorable no more? Has his loving kindness vanished forever? Does his promise fail for generations? Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he, in anger, withheld his compassion?" Selah. Then I thought, "I will appeal to this: The years of the right hand of the Most High." I will remember Yah's deeds; For I will remember your wonders of old. I will also meditate on all your work, And consider your doings.
When I said, "My foot is slipping!" Your loving kindness, Yahweh, held me up. In the multitude of my thoughts within me, Your comforts delight my soul.
Have mercy on us, Yahweh, have mercy on us, For we have endured much contempt. Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scoffing of those who are at ease, With the contempt of the proud.
Look on my right, and see; For there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul. I cried to you, Yahweh. I said, "You are my refuge, My portion in the land of the living." Listen to my cry, For I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, For they are stronger than me. Bring my soul out of prison, That I may give thanks to your name. The righteous will surround me, For you will be good to me.
A glad heart makes a cheerful face; But an aching heart breaks the spirit.
All his days he also eats in darkness, he is frustrated, and has sickness and wrath.
Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuses to be healed? will you indeed be to me as a deceitful [brook], as waters that fail?
You did say, Woe is me now! for Yahweh has added sorrow to my pain; I am weary with my groaning, and I find no rest.
Her filthiness was in her skirts; she didn't remember her latter end; Therefore is she come down wonderfully; she has no comforter: See, Yahweh, my affliction; for the enemy has magnified himself.
Then he said to them, "My soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even to death. Stay here, and watch with me."
But because I have told you these things, sorrow has filled your heart.
that I have great sorrow and unceasing pain in my heart.
From the lips of babes and infants you have established strength, Because of your adversaries, that you might silence the enemy and the avenger.
For if a man finds his enemy, will he let him go away unharmed? Therefore may Yahweh reward you good for that which you have done to me this day.
Esther said, An adversary and an enemy, even this wicked Haman. Then Haman was afraid before the king and the queen.
Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That you put a guard over me? When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;' Then you scar me with dreams, And terrify me through visions: So that my soul chooses strangling, Death rather than my bones.
If it is a matter of strength, behold, he is mighty! If of justice, 'Who,' says he, 'will summon me?' Though I am righteous, my own mouth shall condemn me. Though I am blameless, it shall prove me perverse. I am blameless. I don't regard myself. I despise my life.
If I say, 'I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face, and cheer up;' I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that you will not hold me innocent.
If I am wicked, woe to me. If I am righteous, I still shall not lift up my head, Being filled with disgrace, And conscious of my affliction.
Lest they tear apart my soul like a lion, Ripping it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.
If I have rewarded evil to him who was at peace with me (Yes, I have delivered him who without cause was my adversary), Let the enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it; Yes, let him tread my life down to the earth, And lay my glory in the dust. Selah.
The enemy is overtaken by endless ruin. The very memory of the cities which you have overthrown has perished.
To judge the fatherless and the oppressed, That man who is of the earth may terrify no more.
All those who see me mock me. They insult me with their lips. They shake their heads, saying, "He trusts in Yahweh; Let him deliver him; Let him rescue him, since he delights in him."
Let the lying lips be mute, Which speak against the righteous insolently, with pride and contempt.
These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, How I used to go with the crowd, and led them to the house of God, With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.
I will ask God, my rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?" As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, While they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"
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Commentary on Psalms 13 Matthew Henry Commentary
Psalm 13
This psalm is the deserted soul's case and cure. Whether it was penned upon any particular occasion does not appear, but in general,
To the chief musician. A psalm of David.
Psa 13:1-6
David, in affliction, is here pouring out his soul before God; his address is short, but the method is very observable, and of use for direction and encouragement.
In singing this psalm and praying it over, if we have not the same complaints to make that David had, we must thank God that we have not, dread and deprecate his withdrawings, sympathize with those that are troubled in mind, and encourage ourselves in our most holy faith and joy.