Psalm 6 (9 of 14 notes)

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

6–7. I am weary with my groaning. The psalmist had groaned till his throat was hoarse. God’s people may groan, but they may not grumble. Yes, they must groan, being burdened, or they will never shout in the day of deliverance. The next sentence, we think, is not accurately translated. It should be, “I shall make my bed to swim every night” (when nature needs rest, and when I am most alone with my God). That is to say, my grief is fearful even now, but if God does not soon save me it will not stay of itself, but will increase, until my tears are so many that my bed itself swims. A description rather of what he feared would be, than of what had actually taken place. May not our forebodings of future woe become arguments which faith may urge when seeking present mercy? As an old man’s eye grows dim with years, so says David, my eye is grown red and feeble through weeping. Conviction sometimes has such an effect upon the body that even the outward organs are made to suffer. It is no light matter to feel oneself a sinner, condemned at the bar of God.

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