9 I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?
Remember, O Jehovah, what hath befallen us, Look attentively, and see our reproach. Our inheritance hath been turned to strangers, Our houses to foreigners. Orphans we have been -- without a father, our mothers `are' as widows. Our water for money we have drunk, Our wood for a price doth come. For our neck we have been pursued, We have laboured -- there hath been no rest for us. `To' Egypt we have given a hand, `To' Asshur, to be satisfied with bread. Our fathers have sinned -- they are not, We their iniquities have borne. Servants have ruled over us, A deliverer there is none from their hand. With our lives we bring in our bread, Because of the sword of the wilderness. Our skin as an oven hath been burning, Because of the raging of the famine. Wives in Zion they have humbled, Virgins -- in cities of Judah. Princes by their hand have been hanged, The faces of elders have not been honoured. Young men to grind they have taken, And youths with wood have stumbled. The aged from the gate have ceased, Young men from their song. Ceased hath the joy of our heart, Turned to mourning hath been our dancing. Fallen hath the crown `from' our head, Wo `is' now to us, for we have sinned.
When good I expected, then cometh evil, And I wait for light, and darkness cometh. My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction. Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry. A brother I have been to dragons, And a companion to daughters of the ostrich. My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat, And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
Stir up -- why dost Thou sleep, O Lord? Awake, cast us not off for ever. Why Thy face hidest Thou? Thou forgettest our afflictions and our oppression,
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Commentary on Psalms 42 Matthew Henry Commentary
Psalm 42
If the book of Psalms be, as some have styled it, a mirror or looking-glass of pious and devout affections, this psalm in particular deserves, as much as any one psalm, to be so entitled, and is as proper as any to kindle and excite such in us: gracious desires are here strong and fervent; gracious hopes and fears, joys and sorrows, are here struggling, but the pleasing passion comes off a conqueror. Or we may take it for a conflict between sense and faith, sense objecting and faith answering.
The title does not tell us who was the penman of this psalm, but most probably it was David, and we may conjecture that it was penned by him at a time when, either by Saul's persecution or Absalom's rebellion, he was driven from the sanctuary and cut off from the privilege of waiting upon God in public ordinances. The strain of it is much the same with 63, and therefore we may presume it was penned by the same hand and upon the same or a similar occasion. In singing it, if we be either in outward affliction or in inward distress, we may accommodate to ourselves the melancholy expressions we find here; if not, we must, in singing them, sympathize with those whose case they speak too plainly, and thank God it is not our own case; but those passages in it which express and excite holy desires towards God, and dependence on him, we must earnestly endeavour to bring our minds up to.
To the chief musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah.
Psa 42:1-5
Holy love to God as the chief good and our felicity is the power of godliness, the very life and soul of religion, without which all external professions and performances are but a shell and carcase: now here we have some of the expressions of that love. Here is,
Psa 42:6-11
Complaints and comforts here, as before, take their turn, like day and night in the course of nature.