23. He weakened my strength in the way. The
psalmist’s sorrow had cast down his spirit, and even caused weakness in his
bodily frame, so that he was like a pilgrim who limped along the road, and was
ready to lie down and die. He shortened my days. Though he had bright
hope for Jerusalem, he feared that he should have departed this life long
before those visions had become realities; he felt that he was pining away and
would be a short-lived man. Perhaps this may be our lot, and it will materially
help us to be content with it, if we are persuaded that the grandest of all
interests is safe, and the good old cause secure in the hands of the Lord.
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