Psalm Chapter 70

Psalm 70: Make Haste

This psalm is barely five verses long, and every one of them is running. "Make haste, O God, to deliver me; make haste to help me, O Lord." There is no preamble, no scene-setting, no theological reflection before the cry. David does not explain his situation or build a case. He simply needs God, and he needs Him now. The repetition — "make haste," "make haste," "make no tarrying" — is not literary flourish; it is the language of genuine emergency, the way one calls for help when the building is on fire. And yet, pressed between the cries for deliverance, there is a single, luminous line: "Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee: and let such as love thy salvation say continually, Let God be magnified." Even in his desperation, David can see past himself to the community of seekers, the larger company of those who love what God does. It is a remarkable act of spiritual peripheral vision. He ends where he began — poor, needy, urgent — but now with this confession on his lips: "Thou art my help and my deliverer." The one who makes haste to ask has already found what he is looking for.

00:00 Haste, O God, to Deliver Me
01:00 Thou Art My Help and My Deliverer