13. But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth. David had been a man of sympathy; he had mourned when Saul was in
ill-health, as though he were a near and dear friend. I humbled my soul withfasting. He prayed for his enemy, and made the sick man’s case his own,
pleading and confessing as if his own personal sin had brought on the evil.
This showed a noble spirit in David, and greatly aggravated the baseness of
those who now so cruelly persecuted him. And my prayer returned unto mineown bosom. Prayer is never lost: if it bless not those for whom
intercession is made, it will bless the intercessors. Clouds do not always
descend in showers upon the same spot from which the vapors ascended, but they
come down somewhere; and so do supplications in some place or other yield their
showers of mercy. If our dove find no rest for the sole of her foot among our
enemies, it shall fly into our bosoms and bring an olive branch of peace in its
mouth. How sharp is the contrast all through this psalm between the righteous
and his enemies!
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