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John Gill
INTRODUCTION TO Psalms 142 Maschil of David; A Prayer when he was in the cave. Of the word "maschil", [See comments on Psalms 32:1], title. This psalm is called a prayer, as some others are, the ninetieth and hundred second psalms: and was composed by David when either in the cave of Adullam, 1 Samuel 22:1; or rather in the cave at Engedi, where he cut off Saul's skirt, 1 Samuel 24:3; as Jarchi...
John Gill
I looked on [my] right hand, and beheld,.... On the left, so Kimchi supplies it, and after him Piscator; he looked about him every way to the right and left, to see if he could get any help, or find out any way of deliverance. To this sense the Targum, Septuagint, Vulgate Latin, Syriac, and Arabic versions render the words; and so Kimchi and Aben Ezra understand them: but some render them in the...
Matthew Henry
This psalm is a prayer, the substance of which David offered up to God when he was forced by Saul to take shelter in a cave, and which he afterwards penned in this form. Here is, I. The complaint he makes to God (ver. 1, 2) of the subtlety, strength, and malice, of his enemies (ver. 3, 6), and the coldness and indifference of his friends, ver. 4. II. The comfort he takes in God that he knew his...
Charles H. Spurgeon
In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me. I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: “They were afraid to link themselves with me, lest, when I went down like a drowning man, they should be dragged down with me.”
Charles H. Spurgeon
Refuge failed me; “I could not run away; there was no place where I could find shelter.” Psa_142:4. No man cared for my soul. “They were all hard, cold, ungrateful, treacherous.”
Charles H. Spurgeon
I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul. It is a bad time always when friendship seems to have died out, when those that we rely upon turn their backs upon us and refuse to sympathize with us in any degree. It is a sad case to be in. “No man cared for my soul.”
Charles H. Spurgeon
In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me. I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul. This is a terrible condition for anyone to be in, — to have every friend forsake you, — to find that those who used to know you best, do not want to know you any longer, but turn their heads away as if it...