Affliction Consumeth Cry Daily Dim Eye Forth Grief Grieved Grows Hands Languisheth Mourneth O Reason Sorrow Spread Stretched Trouble Wasted Wasteth Wasting
88:9 {h} Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.
(h) My eyes and face declare my sorrows.
88:1-9 The first words of the psalmist are the only words of comfort and support in this psalm. Thus greatly may good men be afflicted, and such dismal thoughts may they have about their afflictions, and such dark conclusion may they make about their end, through the power of melancholy and the weakness of faith. He complained most of God's displeasure. Even the children of God's love may sometimes think themselves children of wrath and no outward trouble can be so hard upon them as that. Probably the psalmist described his own case, yet he leads to Christ. Thus are we called to look unto Jesus, wounded and bruised for our iniquities. But the wrath of God poured the greatest bitterness into his cup. This weighed him down into darkness and the deep.
Affliction Consumeth Cry Daily Dim Eye Eyes Forth Grief Hands Languisheth Mourneth Reason Sorrow Spread Stretched Trouble Wasted Wasteth Wasting
Affliction Consumeth Cry Daily Dim Eye Eyes Forth Grief Hands Languisheth Mourneth Reason Sorrow Spread Stretched Trouble Wasted Wasteth Wasting
