Psalm 60 is a prayer in time of crisis and it seems to speak very directly into our own situation. We too can say to God: Thou hast shewed thy people heavy things: thou hast given us a drink of deadly wine. And this psalm licences us to speak to God very directly about our troubles and to expect and rely on his help. The other striking thing about this psalm is the way it names particular places:
I will rejoice, and divide Sichem: and mete out the valley of Succoth.
Gilead is mine, and Manasses is mine: Ephraim also is the strength of my head; Judah is my law-giver;
Moab is my wash-pot; over Edom will I cast out my shoe: Philistia, be thou glad of me.
I have reflected that a little in my response to the psalm.
As always you can hear me read the psalm by clicking on the play button or the title.
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From my false self, O Lord, deliver me.
Where I am scattered gather me again,
Turn me to you once more, and turn to me,
For we have all been shaken. Soothe our pain
And heal the deep divisions, cruelly shown
By this sharp plague. All other help is vain,
So be our help. Our future’s all unknown
To us. We trust that you will meet us there,
Since all of time is in your hands, all known
And carried in your providence. Our prayer
Rises from every land, from Gillead
From Succoth, from New York, from places where
Your other names are spoken. All the sad
And sighing tribes of earth hold up their hands
Hear us, we cry, and once more, make us glad.
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