Offertory of Eleventh Sunday After Pentecost

Psalm 29:2-3

I will extol Thee, O Lord, for Thou hast upheld me; and hast not made my enemies to rejoice over me: O Lord, I have cried to Thee, and Thou hast healed me.


Verse 2. Extol. Or publish thy great goodness and power, (H.) in the same sense as we say Hallowed be thy name. Bert. — Though God can receive no increase of glory, we must shew our gratitude. W. — Me. Thou hast not suffered my people to be wholly destroyed, nor myself to perish in consequence of my vain curiosity. C. — David sings this psalm in thanksgiving for his many deliverances. W.

Verse 3. Healed me. I expected to die every moment, and I had made choice of the scourge of pestilence, that I might not be more screened than my subjects, 2 K. xxiv. 13. C.

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