Posted by Psalms on Wednesday, 20 January 2016
Psalms 144:7
Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
144:7. Send thine hand from above. Let thy long and strong arm be stretched out till thine hand seizes my foes, and delivers me from them.
Rid me, and deliver me out of great waters. Make a Moses of me—one drawn out of the waters. My foes pour in upon me like torrents; they threaten to overwhelm me. save me from their force and fury; take them from me, and me from them.
From the hand of strange children. From foreigners of every race, people strange to me and thee, who therefore must work evil to me, and rebellion against thyself. Those against whom he pleaded were out of covenant with God; they were Philistines and Edomites, or else people of his own nation of black heart and traitorous spirit. Oh to be delivered from deceptive lips and false hearts! No wonder these words are repeated, for they are the frequent cry of many a tried child of God—Rid me and deliver me. The devil’s children are strange to us: we can never agree with them, and we are despised by them. O Lord, deliver us from the evil one, and from all who are of his race.
Excerpt from:
The Treasury of David by Charles Haddon Spurgeon (1834-1892)
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