Theodoret of Cyrus
Nicene & Post-Nicene · AD 325–500 · 1,374 passages across 50 books
Commentary
Thus I was as a man that heareth not, and in whose mouth are no reproofs.
For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the LORD.
Many, O LORD my God, are thy wonderful works which thou hast done, and thy thoughts which are to us-ward: they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee: if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.
Then said I, Lo, I come: in the volume of the book it is written of me,
I have preached righteousness in the great congregation: lo, I have not refrained my lips, O LORD, thou knowest.
For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart faileth me.
To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the LORD will deliver him in time of trouble.
I said, LORD, be merciful unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity: his heart gathereth iniquity to itself; when he goeth abroad, he telleth it.
By this I know that thou favourest me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.
To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah. As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against an ungodly nation: O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man.
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
How thou didst drive out the heathen with thy hand, and plantedst them; how thou didst afflict the people, and cast them out.
Thou art my King, O God: command deliverances for Jacob.
Arise for our help, and redeem us for thy mercies' sake.
Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O most mighty, with thy glory and thy majesty.