7. Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts. Thy severe dealings with me seem to excite all creation to attack me;
heaven, and earth, and hell call to each other, stirring each other up in
dreadful conspiracy against my peace. As in a waterspout, the deeps above and
below clasp hands, so it seemed to David that heaven and earth united to create
a tempest around him. His woes were incessant and overwhelming. His soul seemed
drowned as in a universal deluge of trouble, over whose waves the providence of
the Lord moved as a watery pillar, in dreadful majesty inspiring the utmost
terror. As for the afflicted one he was like a mariner floating on a mast,
almost every moment submerged. All thy waves and thy billows are gone overme. David thought that every trouble in the world had met in him, but he exaggerated,
for all the breaking waves of Jehovah have passed over none but the Lord
Jesus. Yet what a plight to be in! Most of the heirs of heaven have experienced
the like. This is a deep experience unknown to babes in grace, but common
enough to such as do business on great waters of affliction: to such it is some
comfort to remember that the waves and billows are the Lord’s, thy waves and thy billows; they are all sent and
directed by him, and achieve his designs.
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