3. I remembered God, and was troubled. He who
is the well-spring of delight to faith became an object of dread to the
psalmist’s distracted heart. The justice, holiness, power, and truth of God
have all a dark side, and indeed all the attributes may be made to look black
upon us if our eye be evil; even the brightness of divine love blinds us, and
fills us with a horrible suspicion that we have neither part nor lot in it. He
is wretched indeed whose memories of the Ever Blessed prove distressing to him;
yet the best of men know the depth of this abyss. I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. He mused and mused, but only sank the deeper. His life
itself seemed crushed into the earth. It is in such a case that death is
coveted as a relief. Selah. Le the song go softly; this is no merry
dance for the swift of feet; pause a while, and let sorrow take breath between
her sighs.
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