David lifts his head from a tear-soaked floor. He looks around, can see nothing because of the tears still brimming on his eyes. Waterworks born of human darkness. In the shadows of life he can see the vague silhouettes of enemies. Who they are, he cannot tell. All he knows is that they surround him, and he's too tired to fight them. Bones creaking with every movement, David can hardly lift himself. Why even try? He turns only to God, praying for deliverance that has seemingly taken too long.
The people of Israel gather around the Temple for another worship service. They are singing this psalm at the top of their lungs, competing with the noise of an army at the borders, swords at hand. They know that they don't have the army equipped to face down these invaders, and they're not even sure they can try. Blinded by tears of anguish and despair, they cry to the only one who can save them.
All around the world today, people are surrounded by foes. Some foes are in the mind, created by a mind broken by chemical imbalance or trauma. Some foes are real, scary and holding all the power. Somewhere along the line, their voice was forgotten. Nobody seems to mind their oppression and silencing. And so they pray these words, too weary to fight on their own, praying for deliverance and waiting for the day when God will free them too.
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