Berean Standard Bible
Attend to the sound of my cry, my King and my God, for to You I pray.
King James Bible
Hearken unto the voice of my cry, my King, and my God: for unto thee will I pray.
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In this verse, the psalmist continues the heartfelt plea begun in verse one, deepening the urgency and intimacy of his prayer. What began as a call for God to "give ear" and "consider" now becomes an even more impassioned appeal: “hearken unto the voice of my cry.” This progression is not merely poetic, but spiritual. It reflects a movement from thoughtful meditation to desperate yearning, from inward groaning to outward supplication.
The phrase “hearken unto the voice of my cry” suggests more than listening to words—it suggests attentiveness to deep emotional distress. The Hebrew behind “cry” conveys lamentation, an audible, perhaps even involuntary outburst of pain or need. This is not quiet, contemplative prayer; this is the voice of one who is burdened, who feels the weight of affliction, injustice, or danger, and can no longer remain silent. It is a kind of spiritual rawness. The psalmist is not merely offering carefully crafted phrases; he is opening the floodgates of his soul. This is the cry of a person who knows that prayer is not always composed—it is sometimes cried, sometimes groaned, sometimes shouted in anguish. The psalmist is teaching us, not by instruction but by example, that we can and must bring our most honest selves to God.
The phrase “my King, and my God” introduces a critical theological foundation to the psalmist’s plea. These are not generic titles. They are personal. The repetition of the possessive “my” underlines a relationship. David does not address a distant deity, nor even merely the God of Israel in an abstract or corporate sense. He speaks to his King, his God. This is covenant language. It reflects both submission and intimacy. In calling God “King,” the psalmist acknowledges divine sovereignty, authority, and rule—not just over the world, but over himself. It is the cry of one who has surrendered, one who understands that prayer is not about manipulating God, but about placing oneself under God’s reign.
This kingship is not a mere formality. It is a reality that grounds the psalmist’s confidence. If God is truly his King, then God has both the power and the responsibility to act on his behalf. Kings defend, kings judge, kings provide, kings uphold justice. So too does the psalmist look to God not only as the one who rules, but as the one who intervenes. The use of the word “God” in parallel with “King” reinforces divine majesty. But again, it is not a cold appeal to power—it is personal. “My King, and my God.” This is theology with a pulse.
The closing phrase, “for unto thee will I pray,” is not simply a statement of intent, but a declaration of exclusive devotion. The psalmist is not casting his pleas broadly, hoping someone will hear. He is not hedging his bets, praying to multiple sources. He is directing his whole prayer, his whole hope, to the one true God. This single-mindedness is essential to biblical prayer. It reflects the first commandment: “You shall have no other gods before Me.” In prayer, the heart’s allegiance is revealed. To pray “unto Thee” and to none else is to acknowledge that no other power, no other wisdom, no other being can save. The psalmist is not only praying to God; he is entrusting himself into God’s hands.
This verse, then, holds together elements of anguish and allegiance. It is a cry, but a cry of faith. It is emotional, but not directionless. The psalmist is not crying into the void; he is crying upward, toward the throne of his King. And in doing so, he invites all readers to learn what it means to bring the full range of human experience into the presence of divine sovereignty. This is a theology of prayer that is both high and human. It does not reduce God to a comforting figure, nor does it strip prayer of its emotional honesty. Instead, it holds both together in beautiful tension.
The verse also carries liturgical resonance. It is both personal and public. Though the psalm arises from David’s own circumstances, it has been taken up by generations of worshipers. The words “my King and my God” have become a litany for countless souls across the centuries, a reminder that each believer stands before God not just as part of a people, but as an individual in covenant relationship. And “unto Thee will I pray” becomes a daily orientation of the soul—an ongoing turning of the heart toward its true center.
Psalm 5:2, then, is not simply a verse about prayer—it is a model of how prayer arises from relationship, is shaped by theology, and is expressed in honest emotional language. It teaches us that true prayer is never detached from who God is and who we are in relation to Him. It is not a religious exercise, but a relational exchange. It is not formulaic, but vital. And in its very structure and tone, it reminds us that the God who reigns also listens—that majesty and mercy are never far apart in the heart of our King.
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To all the beloved in Christ Jesus, called to be saints, graced with faith from above, sealed with the Spirit of promise, and walking the narrow path that leads to life: peace be multiplied to you through the knowledge of God our Father and our Lord Jesus Christ.
I write to you with a burden stirred by the sacred words of the psalmist, who cried out, “Hearken unto the voice of my cry, my King, and my God: for unto thee will I pray.” In these few words lie the weight of human frailty and the wonder of divine faithfulness. It is no small thing to pray. It is no mere religious habit. It is the voice of a soul seeking its Maker, the trembling cry of dust to Deity, and it is nothing less than the opening of the heart to the One who already knows it.
Brothers and sisters, consider this: the psalmist does not begin with argument, nor does he flatter the heavens with polished speech. He begins with a cry. This is the language of the desperate, the voice of one who knows he cannot rescue himself. He does not present himself as strong, wise, or put together. No, he cries. And this is where prayer must always begin—not with pretense, but with truth. For the God we serve is not deceived by eloquence, nor impressed with show. He listens not to the one who speaks the most beautifully, but to the one who speaks from the heart.
Let your prayer, then, be honest. Let it be the voice of your true condition. When you feel weak, tell Him. When you are tempted, confess it. When your hope flickers like a dying flame, do not wait until it becomes a blaze before you speak. Cry out while it flickers. Cry out even if all you have is a sigh. The Lord, our God, hears even the voiceless groaning of the Spirit within us. He interprets what we do not know how to say. The psalmist speaks of “the voice of my cry,” not because it is articulate, but because it is real. And our God delights in truth in the inward being.
But take note, dear friends, to whom this cry is directed. “My King, and my God.” O what strength and humility are held in that one phrase. In calling God “King,” the psalmist bows the knee. He acknowledges that there is One who rules, not only over nations and history, but over his own life. This is not the confession of a rebel heart, but of one willingly submitted. God is not only King in general; He is my King. He is not only sovereign in the abstract; He is the reigning Lord of my desires, my decisions, my direction. And to confess this is to surrender. It is to say, “Not my will, but Yours be done.” It is to let go of the illusion of control and to find peace under the rule of a wise and faithful King.
But He is not only King—He is also “my God.” Here, the psalmist speaks of intimacy. God is not only high and lifted up; He is near. He is not only the One who governs; He is the One who walks with us. In these two names—King and God—we find the balance our souls need. For if God were only King, we might fear Him but not approach Him. And if He were only a personal deity, we might run to Him without reverence. But He is both: majestic and merciful, sovereign and near, enthroned in glory and yet attentive to the cry of the lowliest heart. Let this shape your prayer life. Approach boldly, but with reverence. Speak freely, but with awe. Love Him as your God, and obey Him as your King.
And now, take to heart this final phrase: “For unto Thee will I pray.” Here is the clarity of devotion. The psalmist does not scatter his hopes across a dozen sources. He is not double-minded, trusting in God and in men, in the Lord and in systems. No, his prayer has a single direction. “Unto Thee.” He prays to the One who alone can help. He has made up his mind. He has fixed his gaze. He will not put his trust in princes, nor hope in chariots, nor lean on his own understanding. He knows that only One is worthy of his cry. And so must we.
In an age of divided attention and scattered affections, let us return to this simplicity: to pray unto God alone. Let us not look first to the strength of men, to the comfort of wealth, to the fleeting reliefs of the world. Let us not fall into the trap of treating prayer as our final resort, when all else has failed. Let us be a people who pray first, who cry out quickly, who turn to the Lord instinctively, because we have come to know that in Him is our life, our hope, and our deliverance.
Do not underestimate what it means to say, “Unto Thee will I pray.” It is an act of allegiance, a declaration of dependence, a step into humility. It is an act of war against the pride of the flesh and the lie of self-sufficiency. It is a flame of worship in a world gone cold. And when that cry rises from your lips, weak as it may be, heaven leans in. The King listens. The God of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob bends near. The Father of our Lord Jesus Christ delights to hear the voice of His children.
So, beloved, take heart. Cry out. Not only when you feel spiritual, but especially when you do not. Not only when the sun shines, but when night falls heavy on your soul. Make prayer your constant breath. Let the voice of your cry rise morning and evening. Do not measure your prayers by their length or eloquence, but by their truth. For our King is not moved by formula, but by faith. He is not persuaded by beauty, but by sincerity.
And may we, as one body united under one Head, encourage one another to pray like this. Let us teach our children not only how to speak to God, but who He is—that He is King, and He is near. Let us bear one another’s burdens in prayer. Let us cry out together as a people who believe that our God hears and answers.
Grace be with you all, and peace from Him who sits on the throne and from the Lamb who was slain. May your prayers rise like incense, and may your heart be ever fixed on Him to whom you cry.
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O Lord our God, sovereign in majesty, infinite in wisdom, unsearchable in judgment, yet tender in mercy and steadfast in love—unto You we lift our voice and our cry. Hearken, we pray, to the voice of our supplication, for You are our King and our God; to You alone shall we pray.
We do not come by presumption, nor do we approach You on the basis of our righteousness, for our hands are stained and our thoughts are unclean. But we come in the name of the One who is altogether lovely, the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world, our Lord Jesus Christ. By His blood we draw near, and through His intercession we find boldness to enter the holiest place. What grace is this—that the dust of the earth is heard in the courts of heaven? What mercy, that the cry of a creature formed from clay ascends before the throne of the Ancient of Days?
O Father, we come not with smooth words or eloquent prayers, but with the voice of our cry. We do not dress our grief in poetic speech, for You are not a God who delights in form without substance. We bring You the honest ache of the heart, the trembling sighs that escape our lips in the night watches, the longings we barely understand. You are the One who interprets the groaning of creation and the unspoken prayers of Your children. You know our cries even before they are uttered, for You formed our inmost being and are acquainted with all our ways.
Our cry is not cast into a void, nor do we speak into the silence of an indifferent universe. We cry unto You, our King and our God. You are not only Creator, but Lord. Not only the Author of life, but the Ruler of all. The scepter is in Your hand, the crown rests upon Your head, and all powers are beneath Your feet. You govern with justice, You reign with righteousness, and You defend the cause of the lowly. When we cry out, we cry not to a god of our invention, but to the living God who was, and is, and is to come.
O our King, we bow before You. Not merely in words, but in will. We confess that we have sought lesser kings and turned to empty saviors. We have cried to the world, to men, to our own strength, and have found no refuge. But now we turn again to You. You are our King—not only in title, but in truth. Rule over us, O Lord. Reign in our hearts. Govern our desires, subdue our rebellion, and align our wills to Yours. We surrender all that resists Your rule and ask that Your Kingdom would come in us as it is in heaven.
And You are our God—not merely the God of our fathers, but our God today, in this hour, in this need. You are not distant or disinterested. You are the covenant-keeping God who calls us by name. You have made Yourself our portion, our help, our shield, our strong tower. Therefore, we do not cry as orphans, nor do we plead as strangers. We come as sons and daughters, adopted and beloved, drawn by the cords of Your love and anchored by the promises of Your Word.
Let our cry rise before You like incense, not because of its strength, but because of Your mercy. Incline Your ear, O Lord. Attend to the voice of our weeping. For we are surrounded by many troubles. The enemy roars, the world distracts, our own flesh betrays us. But You, O Lord, are our refuge and our song. In You we place our trust.
Teach us, O God, to pray as those who believe You hear. Deliver us from mechanical repetition, from doubting hearts, from distracted minds. Kindle in us a holy urgency—a fire that burns until You answer. Let our prayers not be the language of religion, but the breath of dependence. Let every cry be filled with the fragrance of faith and the humility of a child who knows his Father.
We pray not for ease, but for Your nearness. Not for comfort alone, but for communion. Let our petitions lead us into deeper fellowship with You. Let our cries become the melody of intimacy, where even our pain becomes a place of encounter. Refine us in the fire of prayer. Teach us the discipline of waiting, the joy of abiding, the peace of surrender.
And, O Lord, make us a people who pray not only for ourselves, but for others. Let the voice of our cry rise on behalf of the weak, the weary, the wounded. Let our lips intercede for the brokenhearted, for the prodigal, for the captive. Let our hearts weep with those who weep and rejoice with those who rejoice. May our prayers reflect the heart of Christ, who even now intercedes at Your right hand for His Church.
So we lift our cry to You, our King and our God. For unto You we will pray—not to another, not to an idol, not to man, but to You, and You alone. You are our hope in the morning, our song in the night, our light in the darkness, and our salvation in the storm. Hear us, Lord. Not because we are worthy, but because You are good.
Let the voice of our cry reach You, and let Your answer descend with grace. And whether the answer is swift or slow, whether it comes in thunder or in stillness, we will wait for You. For You are our portion forever, and there is none beside You.
In the name of Jesus Christ, our Mediator, our Advocate, our Risen King, we pray.
Amen.