Thou makest us a reproach to our neighbours, a scorn and a derision to them that are round about us.
The psalmist rehearses God's faithfulness to the fathers, then lodges a sharp complaint: He no longer goes forth with us as He once did. The structure is plain: mercies remembered, present affliction lamented, covenant loyalty maintained despite suffering, and a final prayer that God not forget the dishonor done to His worship.
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Commenting on Psalm 44:1-26
Thou makest us a reproach to our neighbours. Scorn is always an intensely bitter ingredient in the cup of the oppressed. The taunts and jeers of the victors pain the vanquished almost as much as their swords and spears. It was a mystery indeed that God should suffer his royal nation, his peculiar people, to be taunted by all who dwelt near them.
They boasted once that God would protect them, so now their defeat cuts doubly deep. God seems to have cast them off entirely, yet mark the error: when the faithful are cast down, they mistake it for being cast away. God has not forsaken His people, though they are tempted to think it.
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Commenting on Psalm 44:9-16