Psalm 13

I'm not certain how I ended up in Psalm 13 this morning, but I did.  It's short, sad, and turns on a dime.  As with many of David's thoughts, it begins in despair, but turns to hope in God.

"That which the French proverb hath of sickness is true of all evils, that they come on horseback and go away on foot; we have often seen that a sudden fall, or one meal’s surfeit, has stuck by many to their graves; whereas pleasures come like oxen, slow and heavily, and go away like post horses, upon the spur. Sorrows, because they are lingering guests, I will entertain but moderately, knowing that the more they are made of the longer they will continue; and for pleasures, because they stay not, and do but call to drink at my door, I will use them as passengers with slight respect. He is his own best friend that makes the least of both of them." -Joseph Hall