Wrestling with God
Some people’s suffering seems interminable. This psalm says God puts no restrictions on seeking his mercy, even when we brought the pain we’re suffering on ourselves.
For the musical director, Jeduthun. A David psalm.
1 I said, “I’ll carefully watch what I do
so I don’t sin with my mouth.
I’ll muzzle myself
whenever evildoers surround me!”
2 I was mute, utterly silent
saying nothing when deprived of good things
but my pain only intensified.
3 My thoughts smouldered inside me
till I was finally on fire inside
and these words burst out:
4 “Tell me what will happen to me, YHWH
and how much longer I have to live—
what little time I’ve got left.
5 Behold, you’ve made my life
mere handspans long—
my entire lifetime is like nothing to you.
At best, everyone on earth
is but a breath.
6 We pass like shadows—mere breaths
hustling to pile up all we can
without knowing who will get it in the end.”
7 So now, YHWH
what do I hope for?
My hope is in you.
8 Rescue me from all my sins.
Don’t make me the laughingstock of fools.
9 I kept silent, not opening my mouth
for I knew you were the one punishing me.
10 Take your scourge away from me
for the blows you’ve dealt me have worn me out.
11 You correct people by punishing their sins—
till, like a moth
you’ve consumed all they hold dear.
Yes, every human being is just a breath.
12 Hear my plea!
Listen to my cry for help!
Don’t ignore my tears
because I’m your guest here
a stranger like all my ancestors.
13 Stop frowning at me long enough
so I can smile once more
before I’m dead and gone.
Evildoers—maybe Absalom’s mob—are stripping David of all he desires. He initially resolves to take it stoically, knowing his enemies act with God’s permission, that God is using them to punish him. But his inner anguish gradually builds till he has to tell God he can’t take it any more.
Despite the psalm’s philosophical tone, it’s actually an argument, saying: “How long, Lord? Besides stacking the deck against us during our all-too-short lives, you strip us of all we hold dear when you punish us for our sins. My only hope is that you’ll have mercy and free me from the death grip of my sin and its consequences. Give me a break! Grant me relief before my time here on earth is up!”
Neither lyrical nor upbeat, this prayer won’t likely make it onto our list of favorite psalms. But it serves as a model prayer for anyone undergoing suffering, especially suffering for their sins, as we sometimes do. What makes it so helpful is the way it holds pain and grief—even despair—in tension with undying hope in God’s mercy. Gripped by fear and regret, Jacob could have said these words as he wrestled with God, Esau’s armed warriors bearing down on him and his family. Bearing our sins, Jesus may have prayed this on the cross too.
Prayer:
As a sojourner, I’m totally reliant on your goodness to me, Jesus. Help me when you use loss or grief to get my attention and curb my rebel ways. Help me cry out to you in my pain. Help me to know that you hear and your mercy never fails. You alone are my hope. Amen.
In your free moments, pray this prayer:
Hear my plea!
Listen to my cry for help!
Don’t ignore my tears
because I’m your guest here
a stranger like all my ancestors.
