Psalm 102 (5 of 29 notes)

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

4. My heart is smitten, like a plant parched by the fierce heat of a tropical sun, and withered like grass, which dries up when once the scythe has laid it low. So that I forget to eat my bread, or, “because I forget to eat my bread.” Grief often destroys the appetite, and the neglect of food tends further to injure the constitution and create a yet deeper sinking of spirit. A heart parched with intense grief often refuses consolation for itself and nourishment for the bodily frame, and descends at a doubly rapid rate into weakness and despondency.

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