Psalm 6 (2 of 14 notes)

The Treasury of David
by Charles Haddon Spurgeon (1834-1892)

2. Though I deserve destruction, yet let thy mercy pity my frailty. This is the right way to plead with God if we would prevail. Urge not your goodness or your greatness, but plead your sin and your littleness. Cry, “I am weak, therefore, O Lord, give me strength and crush me not.” A sense of sin had so spoiled the psalmist’s pride, so taken away his vaunted strength, that he found himself weak to obey the law, weak through the sorrow that was in him, too weak, perhaps, to lay hold on the promise. The original may be read, “I am one who droops,” or withered like a blighted plant. Heal me, for my bones are vexed. Here he prays for healing, not merely for the mitigation of the ills he endured, but their entire removal, and the curing of the wounds which had arisen therefrom. His bones were “shaken,” as the Hebrew has it. When the soul has a sense of sin, it is enough to make the bones shake.

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