I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath. It is a mistake that most souls make when in trouble, to suppose that no others ever felt as they do. John Bunyan describes Christian as being very much comforted by hearing someone quoting Scripture as he went through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, for then he perceived that...
I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath. He hath led me, and brought me into darkness, but not into light. This seems to be the hardest part of our lot,-that God should lead us into darkness: “He hath led me, and brought me into darkness.” Yet dear brethren, that is, on the other hand, the sweetest thing about our trial;...
I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath. He hath led me, and brought me into darkness, but not into light. Some of us recollect when we used to go into our own room, and shut the door, and read such a chapter as this, and say, “Here is a description of my true condition.” We were once broken in pieces, torn asunder, through...
He hath led me, and brought me into darkness, but not into light. A Hebrew method of saying that it was a thick darkness without any light, either star-light or moon-light. You who have passed through this state of conviction know what it means;--no comfort from ordinances, no comfort from God’s Word, no comfort from your daily mercies. Every...
Surely against me is he turned; he turneth his hand against me all the day. As if, when a man is about to strike, he smites not with his open hand but turns his hand, so the prophet says God did with him. He felt that he was being smitten with the heaviest blows that God seemed able to give.
Surely against me is he turned; he turneth his hand against me all the day. My flesh and my skin, hath he made old; he hath broken my bones. He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail. “I am like a besieged city that has strong forts built all round it to shut it in on all sides.”
Surely against me is he turned; he turneth his hand against me all the day. My flesh and my skin hath he made old: he hath broken my bones. Conviction of sin seems to dry up the very sap of our life till we become withered with age. Worse than the agony of a broken bone is the pain of a broken heart. When the Holy Spirit convinces of sin, believe...
My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones. As men through excessive grief sometimes appear to grow prematurely aged, so the prophet says he had done through grief. He felt as if his bones were broken. The sore vexations of his spirit had dashed the solid pillars of the house of Manhood from their place.
He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail. That is to say, as the besiegers erected a mound against a city, and threw up earthworks, so, the prophet says, God seemed to have thrown up earthworks from which he might fire off the great guns of the law against him.
He hath builded against me, — “As if he deliberately built walls to stop up my way, and erected castles from which to attack my soul, ‘He hath builded against me,’” — Lam_3:5. And compassed me with gall and travail. “He has shut me up in a circle of bitterness.”
He hath set me in dark places, as they that be dead of old. He hath hedged me about, that I can not get out: he hath made my chain heavy. Ah, dear friends, it is easy for some people to read such a passage as this, but there are others who have read it with aching brows and eyes red with weeping; and often, I doubt not, as they have read the...
He hath set me in dark places, as they that be dead of old. He hath hedged me about, that I cannot get out: he hath made my chain heavy. Like a prisoner in his dungeon, who has to wear manacles and fetters.
He hath hedged me about, that I cannot get out: he hath made my chain heavy. “My way seems blocked up, nothing prospers with me.” As the convict sometimes drags about his chain, and has a ball at his foot, so the prophet felt as if God had clogged him with a heavy chain, so that he could not move because of its terrible weight.
Also when I cry and shout, he shutteth out my prayer. What a sorrow is this,--to feel that even prayer itself is unavailing! Yet this suppliant was no graceless sinner, he was a dear child of God, one of the noblest of the Lord’s ancient prophets, one of the most faithful of his ministers. You must not think, because sometimes your prayers seem to...
Also when I cry and shout, he shutteth out my prayer. That is the worst trial of all, for there is comfort in prayer; but when even that seems denied you, into what a terrible state of sorrow is your heart brought!
He hath enclosed my ways with hewn stone; he hath made my paths crooked. It was believed that hewn stones made the strongest wall as the joints would the more closely fit into one another. Jeremiah seems to speak as if God had taken care and trouble to build, not as men do, roughly with common stones, but with polished and well-shapen troubles...
He hath made my paths crooked. He was unto me as a bear lying in wait, and as a lion in secret places. He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate. He hath bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow. He hath caused the arrows of his quiver to enter into my reins. The King’s arrows had wounded him to the...