7. Thy wrath lieth hard upon me. Dreadful
plight this, the worst in which a man can be found. Joy or peace, or even
numbness of indifference, there can be none to one who is loaded with this most
tremendous of burdens. And thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves, or
“all thy breakers.” He
pictures God’s wrath as breaking over him like those waves of the sea which
swell, and rage, and dash with fury upon the shore. It appeared impossible for
him to suffer more; he had exhausted the methods of adversity and endured all
its waves. So have we imagined, and yet it is not really quite so bad. God has
other and more terrible waves which, if he chose to let them forth, would sweep
us into the infernal abyss, whence hope has long since been banished. Selah.
There was need to rest. Even lamentation must have its pauses.
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