Psalm 88
A lament – frankly, as lamentable as any lament that we have read. There’s not a shred of hope in any of what the psalmist writes. He calls out to God for help (vv. 1, 2, 9, 13), yet he blames God for his condition (vv. 6-8, 14-16). And unlike any other lament that we have read (that I can recall) there is no closing praise, no expression of confidence in the Lord’s deliverance. His words remind me of Job – but of Job at his worst. Sad.
I am not a person who has known much depression in my life. Misfortune, yes. Difficulties, yes. Setbacks, yes. But I always had hope, always believing that these difficulties would be short-lived. I find it hard to relate to someone living in deep depression. But as I read this lament, my heart goes out to the writer. His malady has been with him “from his youth on” (v. 15). I know that I need more compassion in my life. This psalm helps me to think about that, to try to see what others are (or might be) going through. Something of a wake-up call…