This gigantic psalm is a tower of pain that, in seven almost gruesome verses tonight becomes a tower of fury, of justice meted without stint to the ones who have shown no mercy. Look on Christ in wrath, and tremble. His justice is indeed like the great mountains, sublime, terrifying, unforgiving. This is what Moses was talking about when he wrote that the Angel of the LORD would not forgive the transgressions and sins of the Israelites in the wilderness; this is a window on the Second Coming, on the great day of the wrath of the Lamb. When He curses, who can stand? Only the humble, as v. 32 tells us; only the God-seekers, who are saved by His death and protected by His love — a wrath that scatters His enemies but a zeal that preserves the needy and the prisoners. The king's wrath gives way to the king's praise, as He turns from the bloody work of crushing Iscariot and all the serpent's seed back to His more accustomed work of praising the name of God with a song. As you listen to the cursing, brothers and sisters, do not love it — but also, do not let it freeze your heart. By the grace of God, you are not the target of these terrible words. And if you are, turn while there is yet time! Seek God, and your heart will live. Have sympathy for the Crucified One, compassion on His suffering members here on earth. Trust that the king, sick and despairing, is rescued by God's salvation and comforted by God's justice — and that comfort is for you too, if you are among those who wait for His salvation.