The psalmist was heartened to pray his prayer, because "the nations are perished out of His land." Does that point back to the great instance of exterminating justice in the destruction of the Canaanites? It may do so, but it is rather to be taken as referring to the victories celebrated in the companion psalm. Note the recurrence of the words "nations" and "perished," which are drawn from it. The connection between the two psalms is thus witnessed, and the deliverance from foreign enemies, which is the theme of Psalm ix., is urged as a plea with God and taken as a ground of confidence by the psalmist himself for the completion of the deliverance by making domestic oppressors powerless. This lofty height of faith is preserved in the closing stanza, in which the agitation of the first part and the yearning of the second are calmed into serene assurance that the _Ecclesia pressa_ has not cried nor ever can cry in vain. Into the praying, trusting heart "the peace of God, which passeth understanding," steals, and the answer is certified to faith long before it is manifest to sense. To pray and immediately to feel the thrilling consciousness, "Thou hast heard," is given to those who pray in faith. The wicked makes a boast of his "desire"; the humble makes a prayer of it, and so has it fulfilled. Desires which can be translated into petitions will be converted into fruition. If the heart is humble, that Divine breath will be breathed over and into it which will prepare it to desire only what accords with God's will, and the prepared heart will always find God's ear open. The cry of the _hapless_, which has been put into their lips by God himself, is the appointed prerequisite of the manifestations of Divine judgment which will relieve the earth of the incubus of "the man of the earth." "Shall not God avenge His own elect, though He bear long with them? I tell you that He will avenge them speedily." The prayer of the humble, like a whisper amid the avalanches, has power to start the swift, white destruction on its downward path; and when once that gliding mass has way on it, nothing which it smites can stand. PSALM XI. 1 In Jehovah have I taken refuge; How say ye to my soul, Flee to the mountain as a bird? 2 For lo, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string, To shoot in the dark at those who are upright of heart. 3 For the foundations are being destroyed; The righteous--what hath he achieved? 4 Jehovah in His holy palace, Jehovah, whose throne is in heaven-- His eyes behold, His eyelids try, the children of men. 5 Jehovah trieth the righteous, But the wicked and lover of violence His soul hateth. 6 May He rain upon the wicked snares; Fire and brimstone and a burning wind be the portion of their cup! 7 For Jehovah is righteous: righteous deeds He loveth; The upright shall behold His face.