As for me, I said in my prosperity,
“I shall never be moved.”
By your favour, O LORD,
you made my mountain stand strong;
you hid your face;
I was dismayed.
To you, O LORD, I cry,
and to the Lord I plead for mercy:
“What profit is there in my death,
if I go down to the pit?
Will the dust praise you?
Will it tell of your faithfulness?
Hear, O LORD, and be merciful to me!
O LORD, be my helper!”
You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;
you have loosed my sackcloth
and clothed me with gladness,
that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent.
O LORD my God, I will give thanks to you forever!
Comment: Something happened and the bottom fell out of David’s world again. Or maybe it was the old memory of injury crossing his mind again. He cries out in distress and urgency to God and again something happens. As you may recall the way to show distress in those days was to dress in rags and cover your head and clothes with ashes. He describes the mourning clothes dropping off and him, showered and dressed for a celebratory party ready to join in the hearty and deeply felt thanks to God for His everlasting goodness. And, according to the Psalm’s title, I imagine David thinking of himself, a least in spirit, being there for the opening of Solomon’s temple.
Prayer: Thank You again Father, for Your constant steadfast love.