9. Gather not my soul with sinners. Lord,
when like fruit my soul must be gathered, put me not in the same basket with
the best of sinners, much less with the worst of them. Our comfort is that the
great Husbandman discerns the tares from the wheat, and will find a separate
place for distinct characters. In the earlier verses we see that the psalmist
kept himself clear of profane people, and this is to be understood as a reason
why he should not be thrust into their company at the last. Nor my life with bloody men. Our soul sickens to hear them speak; their cruel dispatches, in
which they treat the shooting of their fellow-men as rare sport, are horrifying
to us. The same paradise with such men would be a hell, if they remained as
they now are.
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