I cried unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication.
2 I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
4 I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.
5 I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.
6 Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.
I see three thoughts: overwhelmed; no one cares; refuge.
Overwhelmed is to have life be more than I can handle. It happens when the ups and downs of life grow into towering, insurmountable mountains, making me feel small and powerless. I naturally turn to those I trust for support but imagine being totally overwhelmed and finding no one cares!
But there is triumph over those towering mountains! There is One who hears and cares and will be a refuge, a sanctuary where I find safety and relief. Psalm 61:2 says, “From the end of the earth I will cry to You, When my heart is overwhelmed; Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.” I love the image of our refuge being “higher than I”. My small, helpless overwhelmed self has One bigger than I who will stand over me and protect me.
At the end David says “you shall deal bountifully with me”. Still in the midst of trouble be was able to rejoice in the hope of aid he would receive. He had faith in the “substance of things hoped for” and could rejoice as though he already possessed that comfort. What incredible hope we have!
Mt. View, Hawaii