When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
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
Mere inward brooding pours the soul into itself uselessly; far better to pour out the heart before the Lord. The memory of past joys, walking with the throng up Zion's hill, the festive noise and solemn dance, now torments him: for Zion, a wilderness; for priests in white linen, soldiers in garments of war; for song, the sneer of blasphemy.
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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