Welcome to Day 2638 of Wisdom-Trek. Thank you for joining me. This is Guthrie Chamberlain, Your Guide to Wisdom Day 2638 – Wisdom Nuggets – Psalm 69:1-8 – Daily Wisdom Wisdom-Trek Podcast Script - Day 2638 Welcome to Wisdom-Trek with Gramps! I am Guthrie Chamberlain, and we are on Day 2638 of our Trek. The Purpose of Wisdom-Trek is to create a legacy of wisdom, to seek out discernment and insights, and to boldly grow where few have chosen to grow before. In today’s Wisdom Nugget, we’re embarking on a trek through a different kind of terrain – the deep, often turbulent waters of lament. We’re opening our Bibles to Psalm 69, starting with verses 1 through 8 in the New Living Translation. Psalm 69 is one of the Bible’s most poignant and powerful lament psalms. It’s a raw cry from a soul in deep distress, feeling overwhelmed by suffering, enemies, and profound reproach. While it speaks to the personal agony of the psalmist, often attributed to David, it is also a profoundly Messianic psalm, with many of its verses finding their ultimate fulfillment in the suffering of Jesus Christ. For our trek today, however, we’ll primarily focus on the psalmist’s immediate experience, allowing his desperate plea to resonate with our own moments of overwhelming hardship. Lament is a vital part of faith. It’s the language we use when life doesn’t make sense, when we feel abandoned, attacked, or misunderstood. The ancient Israelites understood this well; their psalms provided a divine vocabulary for every human emotion, including profound sorrow and confusion. This psalm offers us a sacred space to bring our deepest pain and rawest emotions before God. So, let’s immerse ourselves in the opening verses of Psalm 69. (Reads Psalm 69:1-4 NLT) Save me, O God, for the floodwaters are up to my neck. Deeper and deeper I sink into the mire; I can’t find a foothold. I am drowning in deep waters; the floods overwhelm me. I am exhausted from crying for help; my throat is hoarse. My eyes are swollen red from weeping for my God. Those who hate me without cause are more numerous than the hairs on my head. These enemies who want to destroy me are powerful. They make me pay for crimes I didn’t commit. I am forced to return what I didn’t steal. Guthrie Chamberlain: What a visceral, immediate cry for help! The psalmist wastes no time in conveying the urgency and desperation of his situation. He uses powerful, evocative imagery of being consumed by water: “Save me, O God, for the floodwaters are up to my neck. Deeper and deeper I sink into the mire; I can’t find a foothold. I am drowning in deep waters; the floods overwhelm me.” This is more than just a metaphor for trouble; it speaks to a profound sense of being utterly submerged and losing control. In the ancient Near East, deep waters, floods, and mire often symbolized chaos, death, and overwhelming peril. When the psalmist says the waters are “up to my neck,” it means he is on the verge of suffocation, barely clinging to life. He’s not just in the water; he’s sinking into “mire,” thick mud that offers no solid ground, no hope of escape. He’s being “overwhelmed” – completely overcome and consumed by the torrents of his troubles. Have you ever felt like that? Like you’re sinking, unable to find firm ground, with the pressures of life threatening to swallow you
