Psalm 39

Psalm 39

Verse 1

I said. I firmly decided and recorded a resolution. In his great perplexity, his greatest fear was that he would sin; and, therefore, he sought the most likely method to avoid it and decided to remain silent. It is excellent when a man can strengthen himself on a good path by memory of a well and wisely formed resolution. "What I wrote that "what I wrote, or what I said I would do, can prove to be a good strengthener" for a man on a certain right path. I will pay attention to my paths. To avoid sin, it was necessary to be very circumspect and keep the actions as with a guard or garrison. The paths unprotected are generally profane. Heedless is another word for without grace. In times of illness or other problems, we must be vigilant against the peculiar sins against such trials, especially against murmuring and gossiping.

What I do not ask with my tongue. The sins of the tongue are great. sins; like sparks of fire, malicious words spread and cause great harm. If believers speak harsh words of God in times of depression, the wicked will take them and use them as justification for their sinful paths. If a man's own children attack him, do not It is admirable that the mouths of your enemies are full of abuse. Our the tongue always wants to observe, for it is restless like a sick horse and broken; but especially we must hold it when the sharp cuts of the the Lord's staff excites you to rebel. I will keep my mouth with a brake, or more precisely, with a snout. The original doesn't mean that much. a brake to check the tongue like a muzzle to stop it completely. David was not as wise as our translation would make him out to be; if he if he had resolved to be very cautious in his speech, he would have been totally praiseworthy; but when it came to the point of condemning oneself to total silence, "even of the good", there must have been at least a little bit of bad mood in your soul. In trying to avoid one failure, he fell into another. Using the tongue against God it is a sin of commission, but not using it at all involves an evident sin of omission. Commendable virtues can be pursued so eagerly. que podemos cair em vícios; para evitar Scylla, encontramos Charybdis.

While the wicked is before me. This qualifies the silence, and almost the prevents receiving criticism, for the evil men are so sure of abusing even from our most sacred discourse, which is also good not to cast aside none of our pearls before such pigs; but what if the psalmist wanted I remained silent while I had the prosperity of the wicked in my thoughts ", so we see the discontent and questioning of your mind, and the gagged mouth indicates that it should not be praised.

Meanwhile, if we blame, we must also praise, for wisdom is the highest. suggests that when good men are perplexed with thoughts Skeptics, they should not rush to repeat them, but should fight their battle. interior in your own battlefield. The strongest believers are exercised with disbelief, and would be doing the work of the devil with a revenge if they published all your questions abroad and suspicions. If I myself have a fever, there is no reason for me to report it to my neighbors. If anyone aboard the vessel of my soul is ill, I will put my heart in quarantine and will not let anyone enter the land. on the ship, speak until you have a health certificate.

Verse 2

I was foolish with the silence. It was so strictly wordless. like he was without a tongue - not a word escaped him. He was so silent as the mute. I kept myself at peace, even well. Neither bad not good escaped from his lips. Perhaps he feared that if he began to to speak, he would be sure to speak badly and, therefore, he completely abstained. It was an easy, safe, and effective way to avoid sin, if it did not involve a negligence of the duty he owed to God to speak well of His name. Our Divine Lord remained silent before the wicked, but not entirely, for before Pontius Pilate witnessed a good confession and affirmed his kingdom. A A good deed can be taken to the extreme and become a failure. And my sadness it was eventful. The inner suffering was meant to work and ferment due to lack of ventilation. The suppressed floods are swollen and agitated. elocution is the natural outlet for the anguish of the heart, and silence is, therefore, both an aggravation of the ailment and a barrier against its cure. In this In this case, the determination to maintain peace needs powerful support, and even that is more likely to yield when sadness descends upon the soul. Before a flood accumulates and forces the stronger banks out they will probably be eliminated. Nature can do its best to silencing the expression of discontent, but unless grace comes in her rescue, she will certainly succumb. Before a flood occurs accumulate and force the output, the strongest banks will likely be eliminated. Nature can do its best to silence the expression of discontent, but, unless grace comes to your aid, it certainly will succumb. Before a flood accumulates and forces the exit, the strongest banks will likely be eliminated. Nature can do do your best to silence the expression of discontent, but unless may grace come to your aid, it will certainly succumb.

Verse 3

My heart was warm inside me. The friction of internal thoughts produced an intense mental heat. The door of his the heart was closed, and with the fire of sorrow burning inside, the the chamber of your soul soon became unbearable with the heat. The silence is a a terrible thing for a sufferer, is the safest method to produce madness. Mourning, tell your sadness; do that first and more completely to God, but even pour this out before some friend wise and pious is far from being wasted breath. While I was meditating on the burnt fire. When thinking about the ease of the wicked and their own daily distress, he could not unravel the mystery of providence and therefore, he became very agitated. While his heart was meditating, it was merging, as the subject was confusing. It became harder with each moment to stay quiet; your volcanic soul was cast with an inner ocean of fire, and was walking back and forth with a mental earthquake; and the eruption was imminent, the burning lava is set to spill in a fiery flow.

So I spoke with my tongue. The original is grandly laconic. I I spoke. The gagged tongue broke all its ties. The gag was played outside. Misery, like murder, will come out. You can silence the praise, but the anguish is clamorous. Resolve or not resolve, attention or not attention, sin or no sin, the impetuous torrent forced itself upon a canal and swept away all restrictions. sin or no sin, the torrent impetuousness forced a channel for itself and swept away all restrictions. sin or no sin, the impetuous torrent forced a channel for itself and swept everything away the restrictions.

Verse 4

Lord. It is good that the opening of your soul was for God and not for the man. Oh! if my swollen heart must speak, Lord, let it be that I speak to you; even if there is a lot of natural warmth in what I say, you will be more. patient with me than the man and, with your purity, will not be able to cause macula; while if I talk to my companions, they can help me to reprimand severely or to learn evil with my arrogance.

Let me know my end. Did he mean the same as Elias in your agony: "Let me die, I am no better than my father"? Perhaps because that. In any case, he hastily and insolently wished to know the end of your miserable life, so that one could start to calculate the days until death put an end to his misfortune. Impatience rose among the folded leaves. As if there were no other comfort, the incredulity would hide in the grave and sleep in oblivion. David did not was neither the first nor the last to speak out of date in prayer. No meanwhile, there is a better meaning: the psalmist would know more about the lack of life, to better endure its transient ills, and here we can kneel safely, making the same petition. That there is no end to your misery is the hell of hell; there is an end The sadness of life is the hope of all who have hope beyond the grave. God is the best professor of divine philosophy seeking an expected end. Those who see death through the glass of the Lord, they see a clear vision, which makes them forget the evils of life in anticipating the end of life. And the measure of my days.

David would be sure that his days would soon come to an end and his trials with they; he would be taught again that life is measured for us by wisdom, and it is not a matter of luck. How the merchant measures his cloth in inches, ell and yards, so with scrupulous precision is life measured for man. That I may know how fragile I am, or when I will cease to be Oh! Poor human nature, dear how life is, man fights with God to such an extent that, rather earlier, would cease to be than fulfill the designation of the Lord. Such pettishness in a saint! Let ’ s wait until we are in a similar position, and we will not do anything better. The ship in the stocks imagine that the boat splashes from a leak, but when it experienced the high seas, admires how its woods stay together in such storms. The case of David is not recorded for our imitation, but for our learning.

Verse 5

Behold, you have made my days like a handbreadth. After reflection, the psalmist finds little space to lament the duration of life, but rather to lament your absence. What mutable creatures we are! In one moment, we cry out to be freed from existence and, in the next moment, we beg to be prolonged! A span is one of the shortest natural measurements, being the width of four fingers; such is the brevity of life, by designation divine; God did this, fixing the period in wisdom. Behold, it calls us to attention; for some, the thoughts of life's hurry will bring more pain sharp, for others the most solemn sincerity. How well must those why live to live so little! Is my earthly pilgrimage so brief? so let me observe every step he takes, that in the little time there may be so much grace. And my age is nothing before you. As short as not For an entity. Think of eternity, and an angel is like a newborn baby. born, the world a freshly blown bubble, the sun a spark fallen from the fire and man is a nullity. Before the Eternal, all the age of fragile man is smaller than the tick-tock of a clock. In fact, every man in your best state is complete vanity. This is the most certain truth, that nothing about man is certain or true. Take man at his best, he is just a man, and a man is a mere breath, insubstantial like the wind. Man is established, as the shore possesses him, and by divine decree is established that it will not be established. It is constant only in inconsistency. Your vanity is your only truth; your best, from how vain he is, he is vain; and this is true for all men, that everything it is transient. This is sad news for those whose treasures are beneath the moon; those whose glory is in themselves may well hang the flag half-mast; but those whose best state is established upon they in Christ Jesus in the land of inexorable flowers can rejoice for not to be something vain in which they trust.

Verse 6: Surely every man walks in vain. Life is just a parade. passenger. That is the only certainty, that nothing is certain. Everything around us are shadows. zombies of us; we walk among them and many live for them as if the mocking images were substantial; acting their borrowed parts with zeal only to be spent on realities, and lost about the ghosts of this fleeting scene. Mundane men walk like travelers in a mirage, deceived, fooled, fooled, who will soon be filled with disappointment and despair. Surely they are restless in vain. Men worry, fume, and worry, and everything for mere nothing. They are shadows chasing shadows, while death pursues. The one who works hard and builds, and tires for gold, for fame, for category, even if you achieve your desire, finds at the end of your work lost; for, like the treasure of the miser's dream, everything disappears when the man wakes up in the world of reality. Read this text carefully, and then listen to the the clamor of the market, the buzz of exchange, the roar of the city streets, and remember that all this noise (for the word means), this gap of silence, it is made about insubstantial and fleeting vanities. Broken rest, anxious fear, more worked brain, lack of mind, madness, these are the steps in the process of restlessness with many, and everything to be rich, or, in In other words, these are the steps in the process of restlessness with many, and everything to be rich, or, in other words, these are the steps in the process of anxiety with many, and everything to be rich, or, in other words, load yourself with coarse clay; clay, too, that a man must leave so soon. He piles up riches and does not know who will gather them. He loses many times the result of your endeavors, as there are many slips between the cup and the lips. Your wheat is grated, but an interloper thief takes it although - as often happens with the poor husbandman of the east; where the wheat is even stored, but the invader feasts on it. Many they work for others, all unknown to them. Especially this one The verse refers to those who all gathered muckrakes, which were not due. time is succeeded by all the scattered forks, which spread wealth so profusely as your parents brought them together sparingly. Not we know our heirs, for our children die and strangers fill the ancient ancestral halls; properties change hands, and imply, though riveted with a thousand titles, yields to the power corroding from time. The men get up early and stay awake late to build a house, and then the stranger wanders through its passages, laughs in its rooms and, forgetting its first builder, calls everything to itself. Here is a two evils under the sun for which no remedy can be prescribed.

Verse 7

And now, Lord, what should I expect? What is there in these ghosts to I would love to? Why should I stay where the perspective is so little? inviting and the gift so tempting? It was worse than vanity to remain in the dwellings of sadness to gain an inheritance of emptiness. The psalmist, therefore, return to your God, in disgust of all other things; he thought about the world and all things, and feels relieved to know that these vain things are all passing; he cut all the strings that tied him to land and is ready to sound "Put the saddle up and away". My hope is in you. The Lord is self-existent and true and, therefore, worthy of men's trust; he will live when all creatures they will die and their fullness will remain when all secondary causes if they are exhausted; for him, therefore, let us direct our expectation, and there we will rest our trust. Far from the sand to the rock, that all the wise builders transform themselves, for if not today, still, certainly, soon, a storm will arise before which nothing will be able to to remain unless that which has the enduring element of faith in God for cement it. David only had one hope, and that hope entered the veil, that's why he brought his vessel to a safe harbor and, after a a little adrift, everything was peace.

Verse 8

Deliver me from all my transgressions. How just is a sign when the psalmist no longer sings about his sorrows, but implores to the liberation from your sins! What is sadness when compared to the sin! Let the poison of sin stray from the chalice, and not we must fear your bile, for the bitter will act medicinally. No one You can free a man from his transgression, but the blessed one who is called Jesus, because he saves his people from their sins; and when he once works this great liberation for a man of the cause, the consequences certainly will also disappear. The complete cleaning desired is quite worthy. to note: being saved from some transgressions would be of little benefit; total and perfect liberation is necessary. Do not make me the reproach of fools. The The wicked are the fools here, meaning: they are always attentive to the faults of saints, and immediately make them the subject of ridicule. It is a miserable thing. for a man to suffer to become the target of profane contempt for the apostasy from the right path. Oh, how many have exposed themselves to deserved Rejection! Sin and shame go hand in hand, and from both, David would be. preserved.

Verse 9

I was mute, I did not open my mouth; because you did this. This had I'm quiet, I don't open up. mouth". Here we have a nobler silence, purified of all bad mood and sweetened with submission. Nature could not silence the mouth, but the grace achieved the work in the most dignified way. As in appearance, they can two very different things appear! Silence is always silence, but it can to be sinful in one case and holy in another. What reason to calm each murmuring thought is the reflection 'because you did it'. It is your right to do so. whatever you want, and he will always do what is wisest and kindest; so why then would I Should I report your relations? No, if it is really the Lord, do what he seem good.

Verse 10

Remove your strike far from me. The silence of all the repins does not prevented the voice of prayer, which must never cease. Most likely, the Lord would grant the psalmist's petition, for he generally removes affliction when we resign ourselves to it; if we kiss the rod, our Father always burn. When we are still, the rod is soon still. It is quite consistent with resignation to pray for the removal of a judgment. David was totally acquiescent to the divine will and yet found in her heart pray for liberation; in fact, it was while he was rebellious that he was without prayer about his judgment, and only when it became He begged for mercy. I am consumed by the blow of your hand. Good appeals can be found in our weakness and affliction. It is It's good to show our father the bruises that his scourge made, for by chance the your paternal pity will bind your hands and move you to console us in your breast. It is not meant to consume us, but to consume our sins, which the The Lord desires in His punishments.

Verse 11

When you correct a man for his iniquity with reproofs.

God does not play with his rod; he uses it because of sin and with the intention to take us out of it; hence he means that his blows are felt and we feel that they are. You make your beauty to consume like a moth.

As the moth torments itself with the substance of the fabric, it ruins all of its beauty is the worn-out and worthless leave, the same happens with punishments of God that reveal our madness, weakness, and nothingness, and make us feel as if we were so worn out. clothes, worthless and useless. The beauty must be a poor thing when a moth can consume it and a reprimand can damage her. All our desires and pleasures are miserable worms are eaten when the Lord visits us in His anger. Certainly every man is vanity. He is like what Trapp says, 'a curious image of nothing". It is insubstantial like the very breath, a vapor that appears. for a while and then disappears. Selah Well, may this truth make us stop, like the corpse of Amasa which, on the way, stopped the troops of Joab.

Verse 12

Hear my prayer, O Lord. Do not drown my pleas with the as some of your blows. You heard the cry of my sins, Lord; I hear the laments of my prayers. And listen to my cry. Here is a advance in intensity: a lament is more vehement, pathetic and passionate than what a prayer. The main thing was to have the ear and the heart of the Lord. Not secure your peace to my tears. This is an even higher degree of untimely contestation. Who can bear the tears, which are the weapons irresistible weaknesses? How many times women, children, the beggars and sinners plunged into tears as a last resort, and With this, they achieved the desire of their hearts! - "This rain, blown by the the storm of the soul eloquently than ten thousand tongues; they act like keys in the wings of tender hearts, and mercy does not deny them anything, if through them the weeper look at richer drops, even the blood of Jesus. When our pain pulls the floodgates of our eyes, God will intervene for a long time and turn our mourning into joy. For a long time that it stay quiet as if you don't consider it, but the time of liberation will come and will come like the morning when the dew drops are abundant. Because I am a strange with you. Not for you, but with you. Like you, my Lord, a strange among the sons of men, a stranger among the sons of my mother.

God made the world, sustains it, and possesses it, and yet men treat it as if he were a foreign intruder; and as they treat the Master, they they also deal with the servants. "It is not surprising that we must be unknown." These words can also mean "I share the hospitalidade de Deus".como um estranho entretido por um anfitrião generous. Israel was invited to deal with the stranger, and the God of Israel, with a lot of compassion, treated us poor foreigners generously unlimited. And a pilgrim, like all my parents were. They knew that this was not your rest; They passed through life in appearance of pilgrim, they used the world as travelers use an inn, and I also. Why should we dream of resting on the earth when the the tombs of our parents are before our eyes? If they were immortals, your children would have a permanent city next to the tomb; but As the lords were mortal, their descendants must also die.

All our lineage, without exception, went through pilgrims, And a pilgrim, like all my parents were. They knew that this was not their rest; They passed through life in the guise of a pilgrim, they used the world as travelers use an inn, and I do too. Why should we dream to rest on the earth when the graves of our ancestors are before us our eyes? If they were immortal, their children would have a city permanent by the grave; but since the gentlemen were mortal, their descendants must also die. All of our lineage, without exception, I passed by pilgrims, and a pilgrim, like all my ancestors were. They they knew this was not their rest; They went through life in pilgrim appearance, they used the world as travelers use a inn, and me too. Why should we dream of resting on the earth when the tombs of our parents are before our eyes? If they immortal giants, your children would have a permanent city next to the tomb; but since you lords were mortal, your descendants were too must die. All our lineage, without exception, went through pilgrims, but since you lords were mortal, your descendants they must also die. All our lineage, without exception, went through pilgrims, but since you were mortal, your descendants they must also die. All our lineage, without exception, went through pilgrims, and we are like that. David uses the fleeting nature of our life as a plea for the Lord's mercy, and it is such that God will take into account.

We show pity to the poor pilgrims, and thus shall the Lord be.