O Lord, all my longing is before you;
my sighing is not hidden from you.
My heart throbs; my strength fails me,
and the light of my eyes—it also has gone from me.
My friends and companions stand aloof from my plague,
and my nearest kin stand far off.
Those who seek my life lay their snares;
those who seek my hurt speak of ruin
and meditate treachery all day long.
But I am like a deaf man; I do not hear,
like a mute man who does not open his mouth.
I have become like a man who does not hear,
and in whose mouth are no rebukes.
But for you, O LORD, do I wait;
it is you, O Lord my God, who will answer.
For I said, “Only let them not rejoice over me,
who boast against me when my foot slips!”
Comment: Yesterday we left David horrendously infected, full of woes and groaning at his situation. Today while still referring to his ‘plague’ at the centre of it all, he is bitterly lonely. Not even his family or friends will come near him. His enemies are seizing the opportunity to plan victory over him. Surprisingly, but not unwisely, David doesn’t take on board their malicious planning, which isn’t being done behind his back but openly. To them he says nothing but his heart cries out to the God whom he has learned to trust.
Prayer: May I have an ever increasing trust in You, O God.
As I read it! 