As with a deadly wound in my bones, my adversaries taunt me, while they say to me all the day long, “Where is your God?”
David wrote this himself, not the sons of Korah; he was the Church's teacher, abundantly gifted with the Spirit of prophecy. Why would he borrow their help in composing when he was far better able than they? The sons of Korah kept the psalm as a precious treasure entrusted to their care.
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Commenting on Psalm 42:1-11
As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me. Cruel mockeries cut deeper than the flesh, they reach the soul as though a rapier were introduced between the ribs to prick the heart. If reproaches kill not, yet they are killing, the pain caused is excruciating. The tongue cuts to the bone, and its wounds are hard to cure.
When my soul sinks into dejection, I pour it out to God and tell Him so plainly. I cannot still these winds myself, but I remember His mercies, and that remembrance lifts my spirit when pleading with myself has failed. The way to forget misery is to remember the God of mercy.
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Commenting on Psalm 42:6-11