9 I will say unto ùGod my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
Remember, O Jehovah, what is come upon us; consider, and see our reproach. Our inheritance is turned to strangers, our houses to aliens. We are orphans and fatherless, our mothers are as widows. Our water have we to drink for money, our wood cometh unto us for a price. Our pursuers are on our necks: we are weary, we have no rest. We have given the hand to Egypt, [and] to Asshur, to be satisfied with bread. Our fathers have sinned, [and] they are not; and we bear their iniquities. Bondmen rule over us: there is no deliverer out of their hand. We have to get our bread at the risk of our lives, because of the sword of the wilderness. Our skin gloweth like an oven, because of the burning heat of the famine. They have ravished the women in Zion, the maids in the cities of Judah. Princes were hanged up by their hand; the faces of elders were not honoured. The young men have borne the mill, and the youths have stumbled under the wood. The elders have ceased from the gate, the young men from their music. The joy of our heart hath ceased; our dance is turned into mourning. The crown is fallen from our head: woe unto us, for we have sinned!
For I expected good, and there came evil; and I waited for light, but there came darkness. My bowels well up, and rest not; days of affliction have confronted me. I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up, I cry in the congregation. I am become a brother to jackals, and a companion of ostriches. My skin is become black [and falleth] off me, and my bones are parched with heat. My harp also is [turned] to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of weepers.
Awake, why sleepest thou, Lord? arise, cast [us] not off for ever. Wherefore hidest thou thy face, [and] forgettest our affliction and our oppression?
{To the chief Musician. Upon Aijeleth-Shahar. A Psalm of David.} My ùGod, my ùGod, why hast thou forsaken me? [why art thou] far from my salvation, from the words of my groaning? My God, I cry by day, and thou answerest not; and by night, and there is no rest for me:
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Commentary on Psalms 42 Matthew Henry Commentary
Psalm 42
If the book of Psalms be, as some have styled it, a mirror or looking-glass of pious and devout affections, this psalm in particular deserves, as much as any one psalm, to be so entitled, and is as proper as any to kindle and excite such in us: gracious desires are here strong and fervent; gracious hopes and fears, joys and sorrows, are here struggling, but the pleasing passion comes off a conqueror. Or we may take it for a conflict between sense and faith, sense objecting and faith answering.
The title does not tell us who was the penman of this psalm, but most probably it was David, and we may conjecture that it was penned by him at a time when, either by Saul's persecution or Absalom's rebellion, he was driven from the sanctuary and cut off from the privilege of waiting upon God in public ordinances. The strain of it is much the same with 63, and therefore we may presume it was penned by the same hand and upon the same or a similar occasion. In singing it, if we be either in outward affliction or in inward distress, we may accommodate to ourselves the melancholy expressions we find here; if not, we must, in singing them, sympathize with those whose case they speak too plainly, and thank God it is not our own case; but those passages in it which express and excite holy desires towards God, and dependence on him, we must earnestly endeavour to bring our minds up to.
To the chief musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah.
Psa 42:1-5
Holy love to God as the chief good and our felicity is the power of godliness, the very life and soul of religion, without which all external professions and performances are but a shell and carcase: now here we have some of the expressions of that love. Here is,
Psa 42:6-11
Complaints and comforts here, as before, take their turn, like day and night in the course of nature.