3. My tears have been my meat day and night. Salty
meats, but healthful to the soul. Those who come to tears, constant tears,
plenteous tears, are in earnest indeed. There is a dry grief far more terrible
than showery sorrows. David’s tears, since they were shed because God was
blasphemed, were “honorable dew,” drops of holy water, such as Jehovah puts in his bottle. While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? Cruel taunts come naturally from
cowardly minds. Surely they might have left the mourner alone; he could weep no
more than he did—it was a supererogation of malice to pump more tears from a
heart which already overflowed. Note how incessant was the jeer, and how
artfully they framed it! It cut the good man to the bone to have the
faithfulness of his God impugned. The wicked know that our worst misfortune
would be to lose God’s favor; hence their diabolical malice leads them to
declare that such is the case. Glory be to God, they lie in their throats, for
our God is in the heavens, and in the furnace too, succoring his people.
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