For it is not an enemy who taunts me— then I could bear it; it is not an adversary who deals insolently with me— then I could hide from him.
12 Of a truth, it was not an enemy that cast reproach upon me He informs us of one circumstance which added bitterness to the injuries under which he suffered, that they came from the hands not only of his professed enemies, but of such as pretended to be his friends.
The reader will do well to observe how accurately the psalmist described his own Psalm when he said, "I mourn in my complaint, "or rather "give loose to my thoughts, "for he proceeds from one point of his sorrow to another, wandering on like one in a maze, making few pauses, and giving no distinct intimations that he is changing the subject.
Jerusalem fell into rebellion with Absalom and became a harlot, her streets filled with nothing but violence and strife day and night. Where once was loyalty and love, there remained only wickedness legalized, deceit and guile never departing from her. The royal city, the holy city, became a den of mutual wrong and vexation.
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Commenting on Psalm 55:9-15