Psalm 119: ד Daleth
25 My soul cleaves to the dust;
Revive me according to Thy word.
26 I have told of my ways, and Thou hast answered me;
Teach me Thy statutes.
27 Make me understand the way of Thy precepts,
So I will meditate on Thy wonders.
28 My soul weeps because of grief;
Strengthen me according to Thy word.
29 Remove the false way from me,
And graciously grant me Thy law.
30 I have chosen the faithful way;
I have placed Thine ordinances before me.
31 I cleave to Thy testimonies;
O LORD, do not put me to shame!
32 I shall run the way of Thy commandments,
For Thou wilt enlarge my heart.
Over 22 days it is my hope to soak in and meditate on Psalm 119. This is the longest chapter of the Bible with 22 sections. Each of the 22 sections is an acrostic in the original Hebrew language that alliterates each statement with one letter from the Hebrew Alphabet. In reading through this Psalm, one can find the meditations of the heart, the movements of the hands, & the all surpassing Grace of God.
In Daleth, the psalmist declares his brokenness and lack of life with meaning without God. He seeks the revival of his soul that can only come from knowing God and knowing the will of God. Without a word from God our Creator, grief takes a cruel hold over this life and the tragedies of living. Because of God’s word we can remove the ways of false promises and boldly by grace follow after the only way of true life. It is a choice over the faithful way or the false way. One leads to more grief, the other leads to grace that overflows with gratitude over the Gospel and for the Glory of God. The psalmist no longer cleaves to the dust but to the testimony of God. God enlarges the heart of those who chose to know Him.
I pray that God will help me to not cleave to dust, but to His testimony and that He will enlarge my heart.
“When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
But Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.” -Horatio Spafford, 1873