16 For a wind hath passed over it, and it is not, And its place doth not discern it any more.
My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope. Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good. The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes `are' upon me -- and I am not. Consumed hath been a cloud, and it goeth, So he who is going down to Sheol cometh not up. He turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.
If `one' doth destroy him from his place, Then it hath feigned concerning him, I have not seen thee! Lo, this `is' the joy of his way, And from the dust others spring up.'
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Commentary on Psalms 103 Matthew Henry Commentary
Psalm 103
This psalm calls more for devotion than exposition; it is a most excellent psalm of praise, and of general use. The psalmist,
In singing this psalm we must in a special manner get our hearts affected with the goodness of God and enlarged in love and thankfulness.
A psalm of David.
Psa 103:1-5
David is here communing with his own heart, and he is no fool that thus talks to himself and excites his own soul to that which is good. Observe,
Psa 103:6-18
Hitherto the psalmist had only looked back upon his own experiences and thence fetched matter for praise; here he looks abroad and takes notice of his favour to others also; for in them we should rejoice and give thanks for them, all the saints being fed at a common table and sharing in the same blessings.
Psa 103:19-22
Here is,