10. And I said, This is my infirmity. He has
won the day, he talks reasonably now, and surveys the field with a cooler mind.
He confesses that unbelief is an infirmity, a weakness, a folly, a sin. He may
also be understood to mean, “this is
my appointed sorrow,” I will bear it without
complaint. When we perceive that our affliction is meted out by the Lord, and
is the ordained portion of our cup, we become reconciled to it, and no longer
rebel against the inevitable. Why should we not be content if it be the Lord’s
will? But I will remember the years of the right hand of the Most High.
Here a good deal is supplied by our translators, and they make the sense to be
that the psalmist would console himself by remembering the goodness of God to
himself and other of his people in times gone by; but the original seems to
consist only of the words, “the years
of the right hand of the Most High,” and to
express the idea that his long continued affliction, reaching through several
years, was allotted to him by the Sovereign Lord of all. It is well when a
consideration of the divine goodness and greatness silences all complaining,
and creates a childlike acquiescence.
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