For the king trusteth in the LORD, and through the mercy of the most High he shall not be moved. Thine hand shall find out all thine enemies: Oh, what a wonderful prophecy that is! Christ’s hand shall find out all his enemies. If they hide themselves, he shall discover them. If they cover themselves with chain armor, yet still his hand will find...
Thy right hand shall find out those that hate thee. Thou shalt make them as a fiery oven in the time of thine anger: the LORD shell swallow them up in his wrath, and the fire shall devour them. Their fruit shalt thou destroy from the earth, and their seed from among the children, of men. For they intended evil against thee: they imagined a...
Thy right hand shall fall out those that hate thee. “Hide wherever they may, thou wilt find them out. They may stand in the high places, and defy thee; but thou wilt hurl them down.”
Thou shalt make them as a fiery oven in the time of thine anger: “Not only shall they be cast into the fire, but they shall themselves be as a fiery oven in the time of thine anger. They shall torment themselves, and shall be their own destruction.”
The LORD shall swallow them up in his wrath, and the fire shall devour them. Their fruit shalt thou destroy from the earth, and their seed from among the children of men. For they intended evil against thee: they imagined a mischievous device, which they are not able to perform. But that did not diminish their sin. When a man has devised an evil...
Therefore shalt thou make them turn their back, when thou shalt make ready thine arrows upon thy strings against the face of them. As if God would single out the enemies of Christ to be targets for his arrows, and fill them with the darts of his displeasure; who would wish to be in such a plight as this?
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? What a dolorous cry! How terrible it must have been to have heard that cry, but how much more terrible to have uttered it! For the dear Son of God, the Well-beloved, with whom the Father is always pleased, to be forsaken of his God, was indeed grief unfathomable. Psa_22:1. Why art thou so far from helping...
MY God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? It was not morning with Jesus when he uttered these words; it was midnight, but his midnight is our morning. Psa_22:1. Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring? The prayer had come to be almost inarticulate, like the dying moan of a wounded beast in the forest.
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me! why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring? That was the very climax of our Lord’s grief upon the cross, that it was necessary that the Father himself should forsake him. The penalty of sin is that God must leave the man who has sin upon him even by imputation; and God left this...
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Every word is emphatic: “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” “All others may forsake me, and I need not be greatly troubled at their absence; but ‘why hast thou forsaken me?” “Why hast thou forsaken me?’ I understand why thou dost smite me, for I am the Shepherd predestined to be smitten for the...
My God, my God! why hast thou forsaken me? Every word here is emphatic. Take the first two words “My God, my God.” These reveal our Saviour’s claim upon God as his God. Why hast thou forsaken me? I can understand that others should leave me, but why hast thou done so?” Then lay the stress upon the last word: “’Why hast thou forsaken me, — thine...
Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring? O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent. See our Saviour hanging on the cross, hear him utter these sorrowful words, and remember that he had come up from Gethsemane, all crimson with the bloody sweat which had oozed from...
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Every word is emphatic; you may put the stress where you please, upon every single word. “My God, my God.” With two hands he takes hold on God, crying, “My God, my God,” “Eloi, Eloi, my Strong One, why hast Thou forsaken me? “Or read it, “Why hast thou forsaken me?” “Why hast thou forsaken me?” “Why hast...
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring? O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent. Gethsemane!—there is the key—a prayer unanswered at that time: “If it be possible, let this cup pass from me.” It was not possible. He...
O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent. If we remember Gethsemane, and think how Jesus prayed there, even to an agony and a bloody sweat, shall we wonder if, sometime, our prayers seem to be put on one side, and we do not immediately receive answers of peace to them? Yet, you see, our Lord...
O my God, This is the third time he has cried out, “My God,” note that. Psa_22:2. I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent. The worst grief of a child of God is not to be heard in prayer. Think, then, what it must have been for the Well-beloved to have to say to his Father, “O my God, I cry in the...
O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent. But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel. Notice that the Lord Jesus, in his greatest agony, does not impugn the justice of his Father’s treatment, in his bitterest sufferings he still adores the holiness of God: “Thou art...
O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent. Think of what a weight that unanswered prayer was upon the soul of the Well-beloved. Have you ever felt such a burden as that? Then, you are not alone in that experience, for he who is infinitely better than you can ever be had to think over his day...
O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent. But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel. Jesus will find no fault with God. Even if in his dire extremity God forsakes him, yet he will not utter even a whisper against him: “Thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of...