Psalms 62:3. How long will ye imagine mischief against a man? ye shall be slain all of you: as a bowing wall shall ye be, and as a tottering fence.
David’s enemies were very many, yet see how he speaks of their enmity: "How long will ye imagine mischief?" He speaks as if it were nothing but imagination, that would never come to anything more; and, blessed be God, they who think of destroying God’s people do but imagine what will never come to pass. Their dreams and imaginings shall never become facts.
Saul and his sons, and his servants were slain upon mount Gilboa; and the prince of darkness and all his hosts must fall before the arrows of our conquering King. "As a bowing wall shall ye be." You have, perhaps, sometimes seen a wall which has a mass of earth pressing upon it on the other side, and therefore it bows out through the excessive weight and through its own weakness.
So have you seen a fence which totters, and is ready to fall. The wood has grown rotten, the nails have dropped out, and the old posts have perished in the ground. These are true pictures of the enemies of God’s people.
They are bowing walls, - a child may push them over; they are tottering fences, - at the blast of God’s breath in his wrath, they shall be blown to the ground at once.
Psalms 62:3. How long will ye imagine mischief against a man? ye shall be slain all of you: as a bowing wall shall ye be, and as a tottering fence.
David’s enemies were very many, yet see how he speaks of their enmity: "How long will ye imagine mischief?" He speaks as if it were nothing but imagination, that would never come to anything more; and, blessed be God, they who think of destroying God’s people do but imagine what will never come to pass. Their dreams and imaginings shall never become facts.
Saul and his sons, and his servants were slain upon mount Gilboa; and the prince of darkness and all his hosts must fall before the arrows of our conquering King. "As a bowing wall shall ye be." You have, perhaps, sometimes seen a wall which has a mass of earth pressing upon it on the other side, and therefore it bows out through the excessive weight and through its own weakness.
So have you seen a fence which totters, and is ready to fall. The wood has grown rotten, the nails have dropped out, and the old posts have perished in the ground. These are true pictures of the enemies of God’s people.
They are bowing walls, - a child may push them over; they are tottering fences, - at the blast of God’s breath in his wrath, they shall be blown to the ground at once.