Be Not Silent, O God
Psalm 109
To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.
1Be
not silent, O God of my praise!
2For
wicked and deceitful mouths are opened against me, speaking against me with
lying tongues.
3They
encircle me with words of hate, and attack me without cause.
4In
return for my love they accuse me, but I give myself to prayer.
5So
they reward me evil for good, and hatred for my love.
6Appoint
a wicked man against him; let an accuser stand at his right hand.
7When
he is tried, let him come forth guilty; let his prayer be counted as sin!
8May
his days be few; may another take his office!
9May
his children be fatherless and his wife a widow!
10May
his children wander about and beg, seeking food far from the ruins they
inhabit!
11May
the creditor seize all that he has; may strangers plunder the fruits of his
toil!
12Let
there be none to extend kindness to him, nor any to pity his fatherless
children!
13May
his posterity be cut off; may his name be blotted out in the second generation!
14May
the iniquity of his fathers be remembered before the Lord, and let not the sin
of his mother be blotted out!
15Let
them be before the Lord continually, that he may cut off the memory of them
from the earth!
16For
he did not remember to show kindness, but pursued the poor and needy and the
brokenhearted, to put them to death.
17He
loved to curse; let curses come upon him! He did not delight in blessing; may
it be far from him!
18He
clothed himself with cursing as his coat; may it soak into his body like water,
like oil into his bones!
19May
it be like a garment that he wraps around him, like a belt that he puts on
every day!
20May
this be the reward of my accusers from the Lord, of those who speak evil
against my life!
21But
you, O God my Lord, deal on my behalf for your name’s sake; because your
steadfast love is good, deliver me!
22For
I am poor and needy, and my heart is stricken within me.
23I
am gone like a shadow at evening; I am shaken off like a locust.
24My
knees are weak through fasting; my body has become gaunt, with no fat.
25I
am an object of scorn to my accusers; when they see me, they wag their heads.
26Help
me, O Lord my God! Save me according to your steadfast love!
27Let
them know that this is your hand; you, O Lord, have done it!
28Let
them curse, but you will bless! They arise and are put to shame, but your
servant will be glad!
29May
my accusers be clothed with dishonor; may they be wrapped in their own shame as
in a cloak!
30With
my mouth I will give great thanks to the Lord; I will praise him in the midst
of the throng.
31For
he stands at the right hand of the needy one, to save him from those who
condemn his soul to death.
I cannot remember a time in my life when I felt these kinds
of negative emotions about another person or group of people. In that regard, I
consider myself blessed. But neither have I tried to rule a nation and had the
population turn on me, as is the case with this psalm of King David. His role
as leader was difficult indeed.
As I peruse these words, one pervasive thought strikes me;
David has huge issues to face as king, but instead of trying to handle all of
those problems on his own, he surrenders them into God’s hands. David is
convinced of his own helplessness and that is not a negative place to be.
Pressing into God’s presence and sharing your struggles with Him must be the
take home point of this psalm - even for those of us who are not world leaders.
With his first words, David implores God to “be not silent”.
That is a prayer with which I can relate. There have been many times in my life
when I asked God to speak into a situation or grant me the wisdom to act in
accordance with His will. Those prayers have been answered repeatedly. On the
opposite end of the psalm we find the words, “let them know this is Your hand;
You, O Lord, have done it.” It is my joy to point to the Lord and declare that
He has saved us; He has provided the resources; He has moved circumstances to
line up with His will. And so, “with my mouth I will give great thanks to the Lord;
I will praise Him in the midst of the throng.”
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