Psalms 119:25

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

He does not like to feel the cleaving of his soul to the dust. There are some that feel it, but they seem content to continue in that condition; but no sooner does David feel it than he cries "Quicken thou me." A sense of sin is of small value, unless it leads us to desire to escape out of it. "Quicken thou me." I lie as dead as if it were dust to dust. My soul seems cleaving to it, as if it had come to its end, and meant to rest there; but, Lord, give me life. Thy Word promises me life. Thou hast ways laid down in thy Word for giving life. "Quicken thou me, according to thy Word."