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Emotional Meditation—By Micah Siemens

This is where the psalm begins to gather itself. Not because the pain is gone—it isn’t—and not because the enemies have disappeared—they haven’t. But because something inside David shifts from wounded silence to courageous hope. The section opens with a painfully familiar plea:

“Don’t let those who hate me without cause rejoice over me.”

It’s that quiet fear that your suffering might be misunderstood, that your name might be dragged through shadows, that the lies spoken about you might become louder than truth. And if you’ve ever felt the sting of being misread, misjudged, or spoken against, this line rests heavy but honest.

David keeps repeating this one idea—“don’t let them triumph over me.” It’s not insecurity. It’s longing. A longing for God to make visible what is true, and invisible what is false. But somewhere around verse 22, the tone shifts. It’s subtle—like sunrise in slow motion. David stops speaking about his enemies and starts speaking directly to God with this trembling kind of certainty:

“You have seen, Lord.”

That’s it. That’s the moment the whole psalm pivots.

Not “You will see.” Not “Please, see.” But “You have seen”.

It’s the thin but unbreakable thread of hope—the belief that nothing done in secrecy, nothing whispered in malice, nothing crafted in darkness has ever escaped God’s eye. And that realization changes David. The fear loosens. The anxiety lifts. A quiet strength replaces the inner shaking.

You’ve felt that too, haven’t you? Those moments when you realize God had been watching the whole time—not distant, not neutral, but attentive and invested. The kind of watching that protects. The kind that advocates. The kind that eventually vindicates.

By the time David reaches verse 27, the psalm blooms into joy. He imagines the people who love righteousness shouting for gladness when God proves Himself faithful. It’s no longer a private grief— it becomes a communal celebration. A reminder that God’s justice isn’t just personal; it reverberates outward. It heals more than one heart at a time. And then the psalm closes with one of the simplest, most beautiful vows in the whole book:

“My tongue will proclaim Your righteousness and Your praise all day long.”

It’s the vow of someone who has been carried. Someone who tasted abandonment but found Presence instead. Someone who was mocked but not forgotten. Someone who was hurt but not destroyed.

Hope becomes the last word of Psalm 35—not because the battle has ended, but because God remained in it from start to finish. This psalm doesn’t deny the pain. It doesn’t sanitize betrayal. It doesn’t rush the hurt. But it does something holy: It teaches the soul to rise again, to hope again, to trust again, and to praise again—even with wounds still healing.

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