O LORD, REBUKE ME NOT IN THY WRATH: NEITHER CHASTEN ME IN THY HOT DISPLEASURE.
Here the writer is overwhelmed with grief.
At first he acknowledges that his misery is the result of his own sin and that the anguish he now suffers is from God:
For thine arrows stick fast in me
And thy hand presseth me sore
But, as seems to me to happen often in the psalms, the course of the poem changes abruptly and the psalmist laments not so much his own sin and merited suffering, but the evil of “mine enemies, lively and strong” who “hate me wrongfully.”
Verse twelve details the dynamics of the evil. His enemies “lay snares” for him; they “speak mischievous things and imagine deceits all the day long.” This isn’t difficult to understand or relate to. Anyone who has gone to school, worked in an office [or other workplace] or spent time in a family will know just what the psalmist is talking about here. Things are going along fine [seemingly] and then the day comes when you discover that everyone around you seems to be watching a different movie than you are. What was once accepted is now poison. What you believed was affection was only feigned. You find that what has been said behind your back is not at all what you thought was being said. You are now a target and the crowd is working together to get you knocked off your horse.
In the next verse the writer says of these complaints and plans against him:
But I, as a deaf man, heard not and I was as a dumb man that openeth not his mouth.
When I first read this, I thought of the man unjustly accused and surrounded by those who he thought were his friends as described in the previous verse. And it was easy for me to think that what the psalmist was saying in this verse was that he was so surprised and taken aback by what he was confronted with that he was literally speechless. Just dumbstruck by the suddenness of it all and unable in the moment to muster any defense for himself, even though the charges against him are unjust. Again, that’s easy to imagine. That’s how it feels.
But on second thought, maybe the psalmist is saying something quite different. Maybe he is saying that, as he is surrounded by these unjust accusations he ignores them and offers no defense because he knows that God is his only defense. God is his defender. His own efforts here will be futile, surely. But, given time, the wheels of the Almighty will grind and – as we mentioned yesterday – the justice of his cause will shine as the noonday sun.
That is a worthwhile lesson. This is not to say that one should never speak in his own defense. There are times and places where that is exactly what one should do. But there are other situations where you cannot win. Any effort of your own will only make matters worse. In those instances, it may well be that the only thing we can do is be silent and wait for vindication from God. This is faith.