6 “Their soul abhorred all manner of meat”. Now they suffer satiety. They are sick of satiety. They are in danger from satiety. Unless perchance you think they could be killed with famine, but cannot with satiety. See what follows. When he had said, “Their soul abhorred all manner of meat,” lest you should think them, as it were, safe of their fullness, and not rather see that they would die of satiety: “And they came near,” he says, “even unto the gates of death.” What then remains? That even when the word of God delights you, thou account it not to yourself; nor for this be puffed up with any sort of arrogance, and having an appetite for food, proudly spurn at those who are in danger from satiety. “And they cried out unto the Lord when they were in trouble, and He delivered them out of their distresses”. And because it was a sickness not to be pleased, “He sent His Word, and healed them”. See what evil there is in satiety; see whence He delivers, to whom he cries that loathes his food. “He sent His Word, and healed them, and snatched them,” from whence? Not from wandering, not from hunger, not from the difficulty of overcoming sins, but “from their corruption.” It is a sort of corruption of the mind to loathe what is sweet. Therefore also of this benefit, as of the others before, “Let them confess to the Lord His mercies, and His wonders unto the sons of men”. “And sacrifice the sacrifice of praise”. For now that He may be praised, the Lord is sweet, “and let them tell out His works with gladness.” Not with weariness, not with sadness, not with anxiety, not with loathing, but “with gladness.”
7....“They who go down on the sea in ships, doing their business on the mighty waters”; that is, among many peoples. For that waters are often put for peoples, the Apocalypse of John is witness, when on John's asking what those waters were, it was answered him, they are peoples. They then who do their business on mighty waters, “they have seen the works of the Lord, and His wonders in the deep”. For what is deeper than human hearts? Hence often break forth winds; storms of sedition, and dissensions, disturb the ship. And what is done in them? God, willing that both they who steer, and they who are conveyed, should cry unto Him, “He spoke, and the breath of the storm stood”. What is, stood? Abode, continued, still disturbs, long tosses; rages, and passes not away. “For He spoke, and the breath of the storm stood.” And what did that breath of the storm? “They go up even to the heavens,” in daring; “They go down even into the deeps”, in fearing. “Their soul wasted in miseries.” “They were disturbed, and moved like a drunken man”. They who sit at the helm, and they who faithfully love the ship, feel what I say. Certainly, when they speak, when they read, when they interpret, they appear wise. Woe for the storm! “and all their wisdom,” he says, “was swallowed up.” Sometimes all human counsels fail; whichever way one turns himself, the waves roar, the storm rages, the arms are powerless: where the prow may strike, to what wave the side may be exposed, whither the stricken ship may be allowed to drift, from what rocks she must be kept back lest she be lost, is impossible for her pilots to see. And what is left but that which follows? “And they cried out unto the Lord when they were troubled, and He delivered them from their distresses”. “And He commanded the storm, and it stood unto clear air”, “and the waves of it were still.” Hear on this point the voice of a steersman, one that was in peril, was brought low, was freed. “I would not,” he says, have you ignorant, brethren, of our distress, which befell us in Asia, that “we were pressed above strength, and above measure” (I see all his “wisdom swallowed up”), “so that we were weary,” he says, “even of life.”...
“And they were glad, because they were still, and He brought them into the haven of their desire”. “Let His mercies confess unto the Lord, and His wonders towards the sons of men”. Everywhere, without exception, let not our merits, not our strength, not our wisdom, “confess unto the Lord,” but, “His mercies.” Let Him be loved in every deliverance of ours, who has been invoked in every distress.
Source: The Enarrations, or Expositions, on the Psalms (New Advent)