Ver. 1. I said. I steadily resolved and registered a determination. In his great perplexity his greatest fear was lest he should sin; and, therefore, he cast about for the most likely method for avoiding it, and he determined to be silent. It is right excellent when a man can strengthen himself in a good course by the remembrance of a well and...
I was dumb with silence,.... Quite silent, as if he had been a dumb man, and could not speak; so he was before men, especially wicked men, and under the afflicting hand of God; see Psalms 39:9; thus he put his resolution into practice; I held my peace, [even] from good; that is, he said neither good nor bad: this expresses the greatness of his...
I was dumb with silence, “I did not speak, I could not speak: ‘I was dumb with silence.’” Psa_39:2. I held my peace, even from good; David’s conduct proves that, even when we are doing something which is right, we are apt to overdo it, and so we stray into a vice while pursuing a virtue. You can run so close to the heels of a virtue that they may...
I was dumb with silence, Ah, me! How often we do wrong even when we try to do right! He tried not to sin with his tongue, so he was silent, but silence itself may be a sin of the tongue. God forgive our idle silence, and silence our idle words! I do not think we often sin this way; but silence may sometimes be more wicked than speech even though...
I was dumb with silence, — “I was as silent as if I had been dumb. I did not say a word.” It seems to me that this silence of the psalmist was partly sullen and partly judicious: “I was dumb with silence,” — Psa_39:2. I held my peace, even from good; — He was a total abstainer from all speech. Perhaps he felt that he could not speak a little...
I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred. We all know that, unless our grief can find expression, it swells and grows till our heart is ready to break. We have heard of a wise physician who bade a man in great trouble weep as much as ever he could. “Do not restrain your grief,” he said, “but let it all...
My heart was hot within me,.... Either with zeal for God; or rather with envy at the prosperity of wicked men, and with impatience at his own afflictions; while I was musing the fire burned; not the fire of the divine word, while he was meditating upon it, which caused his heart to burn within him; nor the fire of divine love, the coals whereof...
My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: There was an inward friction, his griefs kept revolving till his heart grew hot; this heat generated fire, which burned so vehemently that, at last, the psalmist could not help himself, and he was obliged to speak. Psa_39:3. Then spake I with my tongue, Whether rightly or wrongly, he...
My heart was hot within me, The fire was kept in his heart; it was not allowed space to break forth, so his heart was hot as an oven. Psa_39:3. While I was musing the fire burned: He grew so hot with grief, that he was compelled to speak. Psa_39:3. Then spake I with my tongue, I am not sure that he did not sin then. We sin if we are silent, and we...
My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: — While he was musing, his heart was fusing, and there was much that was most confusing to him. He saw the prosperity of the wicked, and the oppression of the righteous. He heard the reproaches of the ungodly, and he felt the stings of affliction and trial in his own soul. So, as he...
My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue, He could not hold his peace any longer; it would have been well if he had done so, for he uttered an unwise prayer when be spake with his tongue.
Lord, make me to know mine end,.... Not Christ, the end of the law for righteousness, as Jerom interprets it; nor how long he should live, how many days, months, and years more; for though they are known of God, they are not to be known by men; but either the end of his afflictions, or his, latter end, his mortal state, that he might be more...
LORD, If you must speak, address your words to the Lord. So David does, he does not speak to the wicked, but he prays to God most holy. Psa_39:4. Make me to know mine end, Did he wish to die? Perhaps so; you remember that one of the two men who never died once prayed that he might die. Elijah did so; and David does so here, I think, if I put a...
And the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am. Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; That is, the breadth of your four fingers; all the length of life is to he measured by a span.
Lord, make me to know mine end, It is greatly wise for us to be familiar with our last hours. There is much to be discovered in the shroud, the mattock, and the spade. Psa_39:4. And the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am. A bubble is more substantial than I am, — a little handful of dust, easily blown to the wind,...
LORD, — That was a good beginning of David’s speech. When we turn our burning words towards God, and not towards men, good will come of them. David’s hot heart finds a vent Godward. This was the wisest thing that he could do, cry unto his God. “Lord,” — Psa_39:4. Make me to know mine end, — Did David mean to pray, “Let me die,” like Elias did? I...
LORD, make me to know mine end, That is what you and I are apt to say when we get into a little trouble; we want to die, and get away from it all. We say that we long to be with Christ, but I am afraid that it is often only a lazy wish to share the spoils of victory without fighting the battle, to receive the saints’ wages without doing the...
Behold, thou hast made my days [as] an handbreadth,.... These words, with the following clause, are the psalmist's answer to his own inquiries; or rather a correction of his inquiry and impatience, showing how needless it was to ask such questions, and be impatient to die, when it was so clear and certain a case that life was so short; not a yard...
And mine age is as nothing before thee: All that exists is as nothing before God. What are even the elder-born of angels but the infants of an hour in contrast with the ages of eternity? The world itself is only like a bubble blown yesterday, the sun is as a spark struck from the anvil of omnipotence but a few days ago; and as for man, compared...
Behold thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; How short is our life! It is just a span, and no more, Psa_39:5. And mine age is as nothing before thee: What multitudes of generations of men have come and gone! An angel might have cried, long before, “Man is but a thing of yesterday compared with the eternal God.” God created the first star that...