It has been asserted that Psalm 51 has been read or recited or sung, in whole or in part, more often in public and private worship and devotions than any other Scripture. I don’t know how you would prove that, but I suspect it’s either this one or Psalm 23. This is one of the seven penitential psalms, and the greatest of the seven. The superscription tells us it was written by David at one of the unhappiest hinge points in the history of God’s people.
To really understand this psalm, we need to understand that context; let’s begin with a quick recap. The story begins—I’m paraphrasing a little here—“In the spring of the year when kings go out to war, David stayed home.” In other words, it begins with David shirking his responsibility—to his troops and their leaders, to his nation, and to his calling and anointing from God. In the ancient world, one of the main responsibilities of a king was to be the warleader for his people; this was in part because they figured that’s what they had a king for, in part because success on the battlefield was how you showed you deserved to be king, and in part because, even now, successful generals who aren’t kings often try to change that situation.
So, David is home, and he shouldn’t be. As is often the case when you’re playing hooky, it leaves him in a spirit of restless self-indulgence. He takes an afternoon nap, then goes up on the roof, pacing and prowling around like a tiger in a zoo. It’s a position unbecoming to a king, and he uses it to do something even more unbecoming—since he’s standing on the highest point in the city, he can look down into the homes of his people. He’s a peeping Tom with a crown. And yes, I said into—the houses were rectangular structures with rooms around a central, unroofed courtyard which offered privacy . . . but not from the king on the roof of the palace.
In one home nearby, he sees a woman bathing. She’s just finished her period and is purifying herself as the Scriptures required. She’s in the courtyard of her own home, where it ought to be safe for her to be naked, but it isn’t. She’s beautiful, so he wants her, so he takes her. Let’s not call a spade a bloody shovel here: this is adulterous rape. David has a wife (more than one, in fact), and she, as he will learn, has a husband. He doesn’t care. He sends his minions to take her and bring her to him, and then he takes what he wants. The text doesn’t tell us what she wants because David doesn’t care what she wants. God does, but David doesn’t. The power differential here is extreme; the coercion is absolute. Whatever peace she may have made with it, she had no choice in the matter. Whether she cooperated or fought, what was going to happen was going to happen regardless.




