13. Thou hast thrust sore at me. “Thrusting, thou hast thrust at me.” The enemy is described as concentrating all his power into the thrusts which he gave to the man of God. Wounds had been given and received, and these smarted much, and were exceeding sore. This is true of many a tried child of God who has been wounded by Satan, by the world, by temptation, by affliction; the sword has entered into his bones, and left its mark. That I might fall. This was the object of the thrusting: to throw him down, to make him depart from his integrity, and lose his confidence in God. If our adversaries can dishonor us, and God in us, their victory will be complete. But the Lord helped me; a blessed but. This is the saving clause. Other helpers were unable to chase away the angry nations, much less to destroy all the noxious swarms; but when the Lord came to the rescue the hero’s single arm was strong enough to vanquish all his adversaries. How sweetly can many of us repeat in the retrospect of our past tribulations this delightful sentence, “But the Lord helped me.” I was assailed by innumerable doubts and fears, but the Lord helped me; my natural unbelief was terribly inflamed by the insinuations of Satan, but the Lord helped me; multiplied trials were rendered more intense by the cruel assaults of men, and I knew not what to do, but the Lord helped me.
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