In The Treasury of David, Spurgeon reflects on this verse:
A broken sentence. The translators have mended it by insertions, but perhaps it had been better to have left it alone, and then it would have appeared as an exclamation,--"My portion, O Lord!" The poet is lost in wonder while he sees that the great and glorious God is all his own! Well might he be so, for there is no possession like Jehovah himself. The form of the sentence expresses joyous recognition and appropriation,--"My portion, O Jehovah!" ... Like the Levites, he took God to be his portion, and left other matters to those who coveted them. This is a large and lasting portion, for it includes all, and more than all, and it outlasts all. (v.3, p. 254)It is a wet and gray morning, but our portion is nonetheless amazing.
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