For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
For I am ready to halt, and my pain is continually before me.
For I am ready to fall, and my pain is ever with me.
For I am ready to halt, And my pain is before me continually.
Psalms — The canon's longest book — 150 Psalms edited into five doxology-bookended books, composed across a millennium, attributed to David, Asaph, Korah's sons, Moses, Solomon, Heman, Ethan, and anonymous voices. A ''Torah of David''; the Bible's longest continuous liturgical-devotional corpus.
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(Verse 17.) Therefore, for all these things, a beautiful remedy is prepared in the form of a whip, and it offers itself to the Lord, so that it may bear the scourges that please God. I indeed choose the holy kind of whip that David endured with composure; but he chose it because the necessity of choosing one out of three conditions was commanded.
Ambrose of Milan· Commentaries on the Twelve Davidic Psalms, 397patristic
For I am ready to halt,....
John Gill· Exposition of the Old Testament (1748-1763)reformed
Ver. 17. For I am ready to halt. Like one who limps, or a person with tottering footsteps, in danger of falling. How well this befits us all. "Let him that thinketh he standeth, take heed lest he fall." How small a thing will lame a Christian, how insignificant a stumbling block may cause him to fall! This passage refers to a weakness caused by pain and sorrow; the sufferer was ready to give up in despair; he was so depressed in spirit that he stumbled at a straw.
So here: I was ready to halt, ready to say, I have cleansed my hands in vain. His sorrow was continual: All the day long have I been plagued. ( Ps. lxxiii. 13, 14 ), and it was continually before him; he could not forbear poring upon it, and that made him almost ready to halt between religion and irreligion.
Matthew Henry· Commentary on the Whole Bible, 1710puritan
The verses this one reaches8
I am weary from groaning; all night I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.
But when I stumbled, they assembled in glee; they gathered together against me. Assailants I did not know slandered me without ceasing.
“On that day,” declares the LORD, “I will gather the lame; I will assemble the outcast, even those whom I have afflicted.
I am bent and brought low; all day long I go about mourning.
He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief. Like one from whom men hide their faces, He was despised, and we esteemed Him not.
In the day of trouble I sought the Lord; through the night my outstretched hands did not grow weary; my soul refused to be comforted.
The sun rose above him as he passed by Penuel, and he was limping because of his hip.
How long must I wrestle in my soul, with sorrow in my heart each day? How long will my enemy dominate me?
Rare words are the text's own signal of a deliberate thread — the fewer the occurrences, the more the places it appears belong together.
The walk8
Follow this verse’s cross-references two steps out. Each card is a verse this one points to, and beneath it the verses that one points to in turn. Where several different paths arrive at the same place, that place is listed first — the text keeps returning to it. Every stop shows its own words, and every stop is a page.
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Psalms 38:6I am bent and brought low; all day long I go about mourning.
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I go about blackened, but not by the sun. I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
I paced about as for my friend or brother; I was bowed down with grief, like one mourning for his mother.
I say to God my Rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why must I walk in sorrow because of the enemy’s oppression?”
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Psalms 6:6I am weary from groaning; all night I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.
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My tears have been my food both day and night, while men ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”
I am weary from my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
O Lord, my every desire is before You; my groaning is not hidden from You.
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Psalms 35:15But when I stumbled, they assembled in glee; they gathered together against me. Assailants I did not know slandered me without ceasing.
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For I have heard the whispering of many: “Terror is on every side! Report him; let us report him!” All my trusted friends watch for my fall: “Perhaps he will be deceived so that…
Then some of them began to spit on Him. They blindfolded Him, struck Him with their fists, and said to Him, “Prophesy!” And the officers received Him with slaps in His face.
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