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The Treasury of David

Psalm 13

Psalm 137,186 words

Psalm 13

Exposition

Explanatory Notes and Quaint Sayings

Hints to the Village Preacher

OCCASION. The Psalm cannot be referred to any especial event or

period in David's history. All attempts to find it a birthplace are

but guesses. It was, doubtless, more than once the language of that

much tried man of God, and is intended to express the feelings of the

people of God in those ever-returning trials which beset them. If the

reader has never yet found occasion to use the language of this brief

ode, he will do so ere long, if he be a man after the Lord's own

heart. We have been wont to call this the "How Long Psalm." We had

almost said the Howling Psalm, from the incessant repetition of the

cry "how long?"

DIVISION. This Psalm is very readily to be divided into three

parts: the question of anxiety, 1, 2; the cry of prayer, 3, 4; the

song of faith, 5, 6.

EXPOSITION

Verse 1. "How long?" This question is repeated no less

than four times. It betokens very intense desire for deliverance, and

great anguish of heart. And what if there be some impatience mingled

therewith; is not this the more true a portrait of our own

experience? It is not easy to prevent desire from degenerating into

impatience. O for grace that, while we wait on God, we may be kept

from indulging a murmuring spirit! "How long?" Does not the

oft-repeated cry become a very HOWLING? And what if grief should find

no other means of utterance? Even then, God is not far from the voice

of our roaring; for he does not regard the music of our prayers, but

his own Spirit's work in them in exciting desire and inflaming the

affections.

"How long?" Ah! how long do

our

days appear when our soul is cast down within us!

"How wearily the moments seem to glide

O'er sadness! How the time

Delights to linger in its flight!"

Time flies with full-fledged wing in our summer days, but in our

winters he flutters painfully. A week within prison-walls is longer

than a month at liberty. Long sorrow seems to argue abounding

corruption; for the gold which is long in the fire must have had much

dross to be consumed, hence the question "how long?" may suggest deep

searching of heart. "How long wilt thou forget me?" Ah, David!

how like a fool thou talkest! Can God forget? Can Omniscience

fail in memory? Above all, can Jehovah's heart forget his own beloved

child? Ah! brethren, let us drive away the thought, and hear the

voice of our covenant God by the mouth of the prophet, "But Zion

said, The Lord hath forsaken me, and my Lord hath forgotten me. Can a

woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion

on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget

thee. Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy

walls are continually before me." "For ever?" Oh, dark

thought! It was surely bad enough to suspect a temporary

forgetfulness, but shall we ask the ungracious question, and imagine

that the Lord will for ever cast away his people? No, his anger may

endure for a night, but his love shall abide eternally. "How long

wilt thou hide thy face from me?" This is a far more rational

question, for God may hide his face, and yet he may remember still. A

hidden face is no sign of a forgetful heart. It is in love that his

face is turned away; yet to a real child of God, this hiding of his

Father's face is terrible and he will never be at ease until, once

more he hath his Father's smile.

Verse 2. "How long shall I take counsel, in my soul, having sorrow

in my heart daily?" There is in the original the idea of "laying

up" counsels in his heart, as if his devices had become innumerable

but unavailing. Herein we have often been like David, for we have

considered and reconsidered day after day, but have not discovered

the happy device by which to escape from our trouble. Such store is a

sad sore. Ruminating upon trouble is bitter work. Children fill their

mouths with bitterness when they rebelliously chew the pill which

they ought obediently to have taken at once. "How long shall my

enemy be exalted over me?" This is like wormwood in the gall, to

see the wicked enemy exulting while our soul is bowed down within us.

The laughter of a foe grates horribly on the ears of grief. For the

devil to make mirth of our misery is the last ounce of our complaint,

and quite breaks down our patience; therefore let us make it one

chief argument in our plea with mercy.

Thus the careful reader will remark that

the question "how long?" is put in four shapes. The writer's grief is

viewed, as it seems to be, as it is, as it affects himself within,

and his foes without. We are all prone to play most on the worst

string. We set up monumental stones over the graves of our joys, but

who thinks of erecting monuments of praise for mercies received? We

write four books of Lamentations and only one of Canticles, and are

far more at home in wailing out a Misere than in chanting a

Te Deum.

Verse 3. But now prayer lifteth up her voice, like the watchman who

proclaims the daybreak. Now will the tide turn, and the weeper shall

dry his eyes. The mercy-seat is the life of hope and the death of

despair. The gloomy thought of God's having forsaken him is still

upon the psalmist's soul, and he therefore cries, "Consider and

hear me." He remembers at once the root of his woe, and cries

aloud that it may be removed. The final absence of God is Tophet's

fire, and his temporary absence brings his people into the very

suburbs of hell. God is here entreated to see and hear,

that so he may be doubly moved to pity. What should we do if we had

no God to turn to in the hour of wretchedness?

Note the cry of faith, "O Lord

MY

God!" Is it not a very glorious fact that our interest in our

God is not destroyed by all our trials and sorrows? We may lose our

gourds, but not our God. The title-deed of heaven is not written in

the sand, but in eternal brass.

"Lighten mine eyes:" that is, let

the eye of my faith be clear, that I may see my God in the dark; let

my eye of watchfulness be wide open, lest I be entrapped, and let the

eye of my understanding be illuminated to see the right way. Perhaps,

too, here is an allusion to that cheering of the spirits so

frequently called the enlightening of the eyes because it causes the

face to brighten, and the eyes to sparkle. Well may we use the

prayer, "Lighten our darkness, we beseech thee, O Lord!" for in many

respects we need the Holy Spirit's illuminating rays. "Lest I

sleep the sleep of death." Darkness engenders sleep, and

despondency is not slow in making the eyes heavy. From this faintness

and dimness of vision, caused by despair, there is but a step to the

iron sleep of death. David feared that his trials would end his life,

and he rightly uses his fear as an argument with God in prayer; for

deep distress has in it a kind of claim upon compassion, not a claim

of right, but a plea which has power with grace. Under the pressure

of heart sorrow, the psalmist does not look forward to the sleep of

death with hope and joy, as assured believers do, but he shrinks from

it with dread, from which we gather that bondage from fear of death

is no new thing.

Verse 4. Another plea is urged in the fourth verse, and it is one

which the tried believer may handle well when on his knees. We make

use of our arch-enemy for once, and compel him, like Samson, to grind

in our mill while we use his cruel arrogance as an argument in

prayer. It is not the Lord's will that the great enemy of our souls

should overcome his children. This would dishonour God, and cause the

evil one to boast. It is well for us that our salvation and God's

honour are so intimately connected, that they stand or fall

together.

Our covenant God will complete the

confusion of all our enemies, and if for awhile we become their scoff

and jest, the day is coming when the shame will change sides, and the

contempt shall be poured on those to whom it is due.

Verse 5. What a change is here! Lo, the rain is over and gone, and

the time of the singing of birds is come. The mercy-seat has so

refreshed the poor weeper, that he clears his throat for a song. If

we have mourned with him, let us now dance with him. David's heart

was more often out of tune than his harp, He begins many of his

psalms sighing, and ends them singing; and others he begins in joy

and ends in sorrow; "so that one would think," says Peter Moulin,

"that those Psalms had been composed by two men of a contrary

humour." It is worthy to be observed that the joy is all the greater

because of the previous sorrow, as calm is all the more delightful in

recollection of the preceding tempest.

"Sorrows remembered sweeten present

joy."

Here is his avowal of his confidence:

"But I have trusted in thy mercy." For many a year it had been

his wont to make the Lord his castle and tower of defence, and he

smiles from behind the same bulwark still. He is sure of his faith,

and his faith makes him sure; had he doubted the reality of his trust

in God, he would have blocked up one of the windows through which the

sun of heaven delights to shine. Faith is now in exercise, and

consequently is readily discovered; there is never a doubt in our

heart about the existence of faith while it is in action: when the

hare or partridge is quiet we see it not, but let the same be in

motion and we soon perceive it. All the powers of his enemies had not

driven the psalmist from his stronghold. As the shipwrecked mariner

clings to the mast, so did David cling to his faith; he neither could

nor would give up his confidence in the Lord his God. O that we may

profit by his example and hold by our faith as by our very life!

Now hearken to the music which faith

makes in his soul. The bells of the mind are all ringing, "My

heart shall rejoice in thy salvation." There is joy and feasting

within doors, for a glorious guest has come, and the fatted calf is

killed. Sweet is the music which sounds from the strings of the

heart. But this is not all; the voice joins itself in the

blessed work, and the tongue keeps tune with the soul, while the

writer declares, "I will sing unto the Lord."

"I will praise thee every day,

Now thine anger's past away;

Comfortable thoughts arise

From the bleeding sacrifice."

Verse 6. The Psalm closes with a sentence which is a refutation of

the charge of forgetfulness which David had uttered in the first

verse, "He hath dealt bountifully with me." So shall it be

with us if we wait awhile. The complaint which in our haste we utter

shall be joyfully retracted, and we shall witness that the Lord hath

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Original C. H. Spurgeon work; public domain in the United States. Source provenance retained.

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