Psalms 119:25

Psalms 119:25. My soul cleaveth unto the dust: quicken thou me according to thy word.

Ah! there is a note of sadness here. The Psalmist complains of himself. He found himself very sorrowful, and he could not get out of the sorrow; or he found himself very full of business cares, and he could not get rid of them. "My soul cleaveth to the dust" - as though it was stuck to the dust, and the duet to it, and could not rise. Then how sweet the prayer, "Quicken thou me." "Didst thou not first make me of dust, and wilt thou not at the last quicken my mortal body out of the dust? Then, now, my Lord quicken thou me according to thy Word." See, here is an evil complained of. He finds himself cleaving to the dust. Here is a remedy sought, "Quicken thou me." And here is an argument pleaded with God - "according to thy Word." There is a promise for it. Lord, fulfill thy word.