Psalm 64: Hide Me from the Wicked

To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.
1Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint;
preserve my life from dread of the enemy.
2Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked,
from the throng of evildoers,
3who whet their tongues like swords,
who aim bitter words like arrows,
4shooting from ambush at the blameless,
shooting at him suddenly and without fear.
5They hold fast to their evil purpose;
they talk of laying snares secretly,
thinking, “Who can see them?”
6They search out injustice,
saying, “We have accomplished a diligent search.”
For the inward mind and heart of a man are deep.
7But God shoots his arrow at them;
they are wounded suddenly.
8They are brought to ruin, with their own tongues turned against them;
all who see them will wag their heads.
9Then all mankind fears;
they tell what God has brought about
and ponder what he has done.
10Let the righteous one rejoice in the LORD
and take refuge in him!
Let all the upright in heart exult!

This is only the second psalm of the year and I’m reminded of David’s predicament in so many of these. Many of the psalms attributed to David have to do with his time in the wilderness, hiding from Saul, while being the true king that God had sent. He amassed troops and fought with those of Saul’s too. He was going through a lot. Getting the kingdom of Judah wasn’t nearly as simple as defeating Goliath.

Like many of the others, this is a plea for help, which is part of what has struck me as interesting just now. David is constantly asking for help in psalm form. Are these prayers that were simply written down or poems recited like a meditation? As I’ve learned more about meditation in yoga, and as mentioned in a book I was just reading (It’s Okay to Laugh, Crying is Cool Too, review coming soon!), many of the Catholic prayers can be said enough times to be a meditation.

It all just makes me wonder how these came to be. I love the faith that David has that God will intervene directly for him every time. It’s a hard feeling to come by in this day and age and it seriously seems like it was back then too. Somehow David just had it.

As poetry, it’s beautiful and starts in a low place but builds to excitement. I can see how it would help to repeat in bad times like those that David went through.

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