My tears have been my food day and night, 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
My tears have been my meat day and night. Salt meats, but healthful to the soul. When a man comes to tears, constant tears, plenteous tears, tears that fill his cup and trencher, he is in earnest indeed. As the big tears stand in the stag's eyes in her distress, so did the salt drops glitter in the eyes of David.
Holy love to God is the very life and soul of religion; without it all external worship is mere shell and carcase. God often teaches us the worth of mercies by cutting us short in them: we loathe the manna when plenty, but pine for it in scarcity. Even lamenting after God proves we love Him when joy is withheld.
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Commenting on Psalm 42:1-5