“I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping. My eye wastes away because of grief; it grows weak because of all my foes.” –Psalm 6:6–7
David’s affliction is manifold. Some have suggested the previous verses hint at his being physically afflicted with some sort of malady. Perhaps. But there is clearly the heaviness of dealing with the treachery of his foes; and that is only compounded by the knowledge that whatever he is facing is due to God’s chastening hand.
The beauty of the Psalms is more than simply their poetic expressions. The beauty of the Psalms is rooted in their humanness. In these verses, we are able to hear echoes of our own anguish in the words of David. Together, we share in the experience of the human condition.
And though our reading is finished, for now; remember, the Psalm is not.