I cry out to the LORD with my voice; With my voice to the LORD I make my supplication. 2 I pour out my complaint before Him; I declare before Him my trouble.3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, Then You knew my path. In the way in which I walk They have secretly set a snare for me. 4 Look on my right hand and see, For there is no one who acknowledges me; Refuge has failed me; No one cares for my soul.
5 I cried out to You, O LORD: I said, “You are my refuge, My portion in the land of the living. 6 Attend to 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 Your name; The righteous shall surround me, For You shall deal bountifully with me.” (Psalm 142:1-7)
This is a poem of deep anguish, reflecting a time in David’s life where the reality of his cave experience was twofold. Not only was he physically in a cave, cut off from humanity; he was also in an emotional cave, feeling utterly alone. Read the rest of this entry
“God opposes everyone who is proud, but he is kind to everyone who is humble.” James 4: 6 (Contemporary English)