A man’s bones ache under the guilt he acknowledges. His heart lies shattered.
That the psalms should present King David as knowing this, indeed, that they should have him say so in the first person is testimony to the enduring, transparent genius of the biblical David. Even the king—reader of Torah, spokesman for justice—’went in to Bathsheba’. Is there anyone, one asks in the shadow of this, who has not had his Bathsheba? Has anyone not known the grating rot of bones, the fearful terror of a heart that’s been crushed? (more…)
Canter Bridge 