For our soul is bowed down to the dust: our belly cleaveth unto the earth.
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
When the soul sinks to dust, heart sorrow is the very heart of sorrow. A man lies glued to the earth, his heart shut up in dejection and bound by despondency's cords. Yet God's saints endure this abjection only a season; their summer comes after the bitter winter.
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We have not forgotten You or cast off worship of You, though we suffer what seems unbearable. We have not harbored hard thoughts against You or turned our hearts from Your way, even when covered with the shadow of death and broken among fierce men. Though You have slain us, we continue to trust.
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Commenting on Psalm 44:17-26