Not long into the psalm, I suddenly stopped as it hit me fully. This is the Lord Jesus's voice: the voice of my Lord on the cross. Oh, how tiny my complaints are by comparison.
How can I comfort Him, as He calls out for a place to rest? The victorious King is at rest now, this is certain. But I want to be part of what He was able to look forward to on that dreadful day. How can I do this? I will let Him reply Himself. He says: "Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest" (Matthew 11:28). This brings Him rest: that we might rest fully in Him.
Scottish Psalter 1650
Performed on SoundCloud by Niallags (Niall Maclennan)
(possibly accompanied by an unnamed singer)
Tune: "Notting Hill," by Charles Henry Purday (1799-1885)
from my entreating voice:
Attend and hear me; in my plaint
I mourn and make a noise.
Because of th’ en’my’s voice, and for
lewd men’s oppression great:
On me they cast iniquity,
and they in wrath me hate.
Sore pained within me is my heart:
death’s terrors on me fall.
On me comes trembling, fear and dread
o’erwhelmed me withal.
O that I, like a dove, had wings,
said I, then would I flee
Far hence, that I might find a place
where I in rest might be.