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Salmo 6
Verse 1
Having read the first division, in order to see it as a whole, let's now look at her verse by verse. "Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger." The psalmist is very aware that he deserves to be reproved, and he feels, moreover, that the reprimand, in one way or another, must to live about him, if not by condemnation, still by conviction and sanctification. "Corn is cleaned by the wind and the soul by punishments." It was madness to pray. against the hand of gold that enriches us with its strikes. He does not ask that the reprimand should be completely omitted, as he may lose a blessing. disguised; but, 'Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger.' If you remind me of my sin is good; but do not remind me of it as one rages against mim, para que o coração de teu servo não afunde em desespero. Assim diz Jeremiah, 'Oh Lord, correct me, but with judgment; not in your anger, lest' "do not let me be led to anything." I know I must be punished and, although I distance myself of course, I feel that it will be for my benefit; but, oh my God, "do not let me punish not in your hot displeasure, so that the rod does not become a sword, and to wound, you must also kill. So, we can pray for the punishments of our gracious God, if they cannot be entirely removed, may at least being sweetened by the awareness that they "are not angry, but in the love of your dear alliance.
Verse 2
"Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak." Although I deserve destruction, let your mercy have pity on mine. fragility. This is the right way to plead with God that we prevail.
Do not demand your kindness or greatness, but plead your sin and your smallness.
Shout: "I am weak", therefore, oh Lord, give me strength and do not crush me.
Do not send the fury of your storm against a vessel so weak. Temper the wind for the shorn lamb. Be tender and lamentable with a poor flower wilt, and do not break the stem. Certainly this is the argument that a sick man would instigate that his companion's compassion would strive with him: 'Treat me gently, for I am weak.' A feeling of sin spoiled the pride of the psalmist so much that it took away his strength boasted, that he found himself weak to obey the law, weak through sadness that was in him, very weak, perhaps, to grasp the promise. "I am weak."
The original can be read as: 'I am the one who bends' or withered as a ruined plant. Ah! beloved, we know what that means, for we we also saw our glory tarnished and our beauty like a flower disheartened.
Verse 3 'O Lord, heal me, for my bones are troubled.' Here he prays for healing, not just for the mitigation of the evils he suffered, but for all your removal, and for the healing of the wounds that emerged from it. Your bones they were "shaken," as Hebrew says. Their terror had become so great that your own bones trembled; Your flesh not only trembled, but the bones, solid pillars of the house of men were made to tremble. 'My bones are "Abandoned." Ah, when the soul has a feeling of sin, it is enough. to make the bones tremble; it is enough to make the hair of a a man stands to see the flames of hell below him, a God angry above him, and danger and doubt around him. Well, he could say: "My bones are shaken." However, we should imagine that it was merely a bodily disease - although physical illness may be the external sign - the psalmist continues saying: "My soul is also very upset." The problem of the soul is the soul of the problem. It doesn't matter the bones tremble if the soul is firm, but when the soul itself also is in pain, this is really agony. "But you, O Lord, how much "time?" This sentence ends abruptly, as the words failed and the sorrow drowned the little comfort that came to him. The psalmist still had some hope; but this hope was only in his God. He then cries out: "Ó Senhor, quanto tempo?" A vinda de Cristo à alma em suas vestes grace priesthood is the great hope of the penitent soul; and, in fact, of In one way or another, the appearance of Christ is, and has always been, hope. dos santos.
Calvin's favorite exclamation was 'Domine usquequo' - 'O Lord, how long?" Not even your sharpest pains, during a life of anguish, they forced any other word. Certainly this is the cry of the saints under the altar: "O Lord, how long?" And this should be the cry of the saints who wait for the millennial glories, "Why are your cars around "So much time arriving? Lord, how long?" Those of us who have gone through by the conviction of sin they knew what it was to count our hours of minutes, and our hours of years, while mercy delayed its coming. We watch for the dawn of grace, as they who watch for the morning. Honestly, our anxious spirits asked: "Oh Lord, how long?
Verse 4
"Return, O Lord, deliver my soul." How the absence of God was the main cause of his misery, his return would be enough to free him from your problem. "Oh, save me for the sake of your mercies." He knows where to look and which arm to hold. He doesn't cling to the left hand of the God's justice, but at His right hand of mercy. He knew his iniquity is very good to think about merit, or to appeal to anything that is not the grace of God.
For the sake of your mercies.
God! If we turn to justice, what appeal can we urge? but if if we turn to mercy, we can still cry, despite the greatness from our fault: 'Save me for the sake of your mercies.'
Note how often David here pleads the name of Jehovah, which is always destined where the word LORD is given in the capitals. Five times In four verses we find ourselves here with this. Is this not a proof?
How glorious is the name full of comfort for the tempted saint? A eternity, infinity, immutability, self-existence, are all in the name Jehovah, and everyone is filled with comfort.
And now David was very afraid of death - temporal death and perhaps eternal death.
Read the passage as you wish, the next verse is full of power. 'For in "In death, there is no remembrance of you; in the grave, who will give you thanks?" graveyards are silent places; the vaults of the tomb do not echo with songs. Damp earth covers foolish mouths. "Oh Lord!" he says, "if you poor souls, I will praise you. If I die, then my mortal praise, at least, it must be suspended; and if I perish in hell, you will never have any Thank you from me. Songs of gratitude cannot rise It is true that without a doubt you will be glorified, even in my eternal condemnation, but So, O Lord, I cannot glorify you voluntarily, and among the children of men there will be one less heart to bless you. "Ah! Poor and tremendous sinners, may the Lord help you use this forced argument! It is for God's glory that a sinner must be saved. When we seek forgiveness, we do not ask God to do what will tarnish His banner or put a smudge on your shield. He delights in mercy. It is His attribute peculiar and dear. Mercy honors God. Don't we say to ourselves: "A "mercy blesses the one who gives and the one who receives?" And certainly, in some divine sense, this is true for God, that, when He gives mercy, glorifies itself.
Verse 6
The psalmist gives a fearful description of his long agony: I am tired of my moan.
He groaned until his throat was hoarse; he cried out for mercy until the prayer turned into labor. The people of God may groan, but they cannot complain. Yes, they must moan, overwhelmed or they will never shout on the day of liberation. The next sentence, we think, is not I will make my bed swim every nights" (when nature needs to rest, and when I am most alone with my God). In other words, my pain is terrifying even now, but if God do not save me soon, she will not remain in herself, but will increase, until may my tears be so many that my own bed swims. A description, instead of what he feared, of what actually happened. Not can our premonitions of future afflictions become arguments what faith can urge to seek current mercy?
Verse 7
"I water my bed with my tears. My eye is consumed because of the sorrow; he ages because of all my enemies.
As the eye of an old man becomes darkened with the years, so, says David, my eye becomes red and weak from crying. Conviction sometimes has such effect on the body, that even the external organs are made to suffer.
This may explain some of the convulsions and hysterical attacks that Were they experienced under convictions in the revivals in Ireland? It is it's surprising that some souls are wounded on earth and begin to cry out loud; when we discovered that David himself made his bed to swim And aged while he was under the heavy hand of God? Ah! brothers, It is not light to feel like a sinner, condemned in the court of God. The language this Psalm is not tense and forced, but perfectly natural for someone in such a sad situation.
8. Until now, everything has been sad and disheartened, but now — Your harps, tremulous saints, Beneath the willows, take.
You must have your moments of crying, but be brief. Rise up, Get up from your cows! Throw aside your sackcloth and ashes! The crying Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.
Davi found peace and, rising from his knees, begins to sweep the house of wicked. "Remove from me all who practice iniquity." The best a remedy for us against a bad man is a long distance between us two. "Go away; I can't have companionship with you." Regret is a practical thing. It is not enough to lament the desecration of the temple of Heart, we must whip the buyers and sellers and overturn the tables two currency exchangers. A forgiven sinner will hate the sins that cost them Save your blood. Grace and sin are fighting neighbors, and one or the other must go to the wall.
For the Lord heard the voice of my weeping. great poetry is in English! 'He heard the voice of my crying.' There is a voice Crying? Crying speaks? In what language does it pronounce its meaning? Why, in that universal language that is known and understood all over the earth, and even in sky above. When a man cries, whether Jew or Gentile, barbarian, cita, slave or free, it has the same meaning. The cry is the eloquence of suffering. He is a non-unstable speaker, not needing an interpreter, but understood by all. It is not sweet to believe that our tears are understood even when words fail? Let's learn to think about tears like liquid prayers, and in crying like a constant fall of importunate intercession that will surely make its way to the heart of the mercy, despite the stone difficulties that obstruct the way. My God, I will 'cry' when I cannot plead, because you hear the voice of my boy.
Verse 9
"The Lord heard my plea". The Holy Spirit worked in the psalmist's mind the confidence that his prayer was heard. This is frequently the privilege of the saints. Praying the prayer of faith, they are frequently infallibly assured that they prevailed with God. We read from Luther that, having on one occasion fought hard with God in prayer, he jumped out of his closet shouting: "We have triumphed, "we have prevailed"; that is, we have overcome, we have prevailed with God. "The trust guaranteed is not a pointless dream, for when the Holy Spirit gives us the to know, we know your reality and we cannot doubt it, although everyone Men must offend our daring. 'The Lord will receive my prayer.'
Here is the past experience used for future encouragement. It has, he will go, note this, oh believer, and imitate his reasoning.
Verse 10
"May all my enemies be ashamed and troubled."
This is rather a prophecy than a curse, it can be read in the future: All my enemies will be ashamed and will be upset. they will return and be ashamed instantly - in a moment - their destiny will come upon them suddenly. The day of death is the day of final judgment, and both are true and can be sudden. The Romans used to say: The feet of the avenging deity are shod with wool. With steps silent, revenge approaches its victim, sudden and overwhelming. it will be your destroying blow. If this were a curse, we must remember that the language of the old dispensation is not that of the new. We pray for the our enemies, not against them. God have mercy on them and bring them to the right path. Thus, the Psalm, like those that precede it, shows the different properties of the righteous and the wicked.
Lord, let us be counted with your people, now and forever!