15. My confusion is continually before me. The poet
makes himself the representative of his nation, and declares his own constant
distress of soul. He is a man of ill blood who is unconcerned for the sorrows
of the church of which he is a member, or the nation of which he is a citizen. And the shame of my face hath covered me. He felt before God that the divine
desertion was well deserved, and before man, that he and his people were
despicable indeed now that heavenly help was gone. It is well for a nation when
there still exist in it people who lay to heart its sin and shame. God will
have pity on his chastened ones, and it is a pledge therefore when he sends us
choice ministers, men of tenderness, who make the people’s cause their own.
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