When reading this, I get a picture of a very
miserable David. He’s clearly done things which he now regrets, and his guilt
appears to have all but consumed him to a point where he’s in a very low place.
He feels he’s helpless – it’s as if he cannot hear anything nor make his voice
heard. He’s extremely lonely – his friends and neighbours are avoiding
him. Can we believe the extent to which
his enemies want to harm him, or is he verging on paranoia?
I’m writing this from a somewhat better place. My
cold is finally getting better, work is rather chaotic but interesting, family
are OK despite me abandoning them for a trip to Singapore, and the 300km
between London and Brussels takes the edge off Brexit.
But maybe I’ll come back to this psalm when I’m
feeling less positive. For when David is
at rock bottom:
I am feeble and utterly crushed;
I groan in anguish of the heart.
He still seeks God as a source of refuge and
comfort:
O Lord, do not forsake me;
Be not far from me, O my God.
Come quickly to help me,
O Lord my Saviour
Philippa
Hayward
Francesco I d'Este, Suffering the Pain
of his Injuries, Continues to Take Charge for the Successful Completion of the
Military Campaign
By Bartolomeo Fenice (Fénis), 1549, The
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, The Elisha Whittelsey Collection, The
Elisha Whittelsey Fund, 1959, www.metmuseum.org
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