IN addition to the psalms already considered, which are
devoted to the devout contemplation of nature, and stand in close connection
with David's early days, there still remains one universally admitted to be
his. The twentyninth psalm, like both the preceding, has to do with the glory
of God as revealed in the heavens, and with earth only as the recipient of
skyey influences; but while these breathed the profoundest tranquillity, as
they watched the silent splendour of the sun, and the peace of moonlight shed
upon a sleeping world, this is all tumult and noise. It is a highly elaborate
and vivid picture of a thunderstorm, such as must often have broken over the
shepherdpsalmist as he crouched under some shelf of limestone, and gathered his
trembling charge about him. Its very structure reproduces in sound an echo of
the rolling peals reverberating among the hills.
There is first an invocation, in the highest strain of
devout poetry, calling upon the "sons of God," the angels who dwell
above the lower sky, and who see from above the slow gathering of the
storm-clouds, to ascribe to Jehovah the glory of His name—His character as set
forth in the tempest. They are to cast themselves before Him "in holy
attire," as priests of the heavenly sanctuary. Their silent and expectant
worship is like the brooding stillness before the storm. We feel the waiting
hush in heaven and earth.
Then the tempest breaks. It crashes and leaps through the
short sentences, each like the clap of the near thunder.
a. The voice of Jehovah (is) on the waters.
The God of glory thunders.
Jehovah (is) on many
waters.
The voice of Jehovah in strength!
The voice of Jehovah in majesty!
b. The voice of Jehovah rending the cedars!
And "Jehovah
rends the cedars of Lebanon.
And makes them leap like a calf;
Lebanon and Sirion like a young buffalo.
The voice of Jehovah hewing flashes of fire!
c. The voice of Jehovah shakes the desert,
Jehovah shakes the Kadesh desert.
The voice of Jehovah makes the hinds writhe
And scathes the woods—and in His temple—
—All in it (are) saying, " Glory."
Seven times the roar shakes the world. The voice of the
seven thunders is the voice of Jehovah. In the short clauses, with their
uniform structure, the pause between, and the recurrence of the same initial
words, we hear the successive peals, the silence that parts them, and the
monotony of their unvaried sound. Thrice we have the reverberation rolling
through the sky or among the hills, imitated by clauses which repeat previous
ones, as indicated by the italics' and one forked flame blazes out in the
brief, lightning-like sentence, "The voice of Jehovah (is) hewing flashes
of fire," which wonderfully gives the impression of their streaming
fiercely forth, as if cloven from some solid block of fire, their swift course,
and their instantaneous extinction.
The range and effects of the storm, too, are vividly
painted. It is first "on the waters," which may possibly mean the
Mediterranean, but more probably, "the waters that are above the
firmament," and so depicts the clouds as gathering high in air. Then it
comes down with a crash on the northern mountains, splintering the gnarled
cedars, and making Lebanon rock with all its woods—leaping across the deep
valley of Ccelo-Syria, and smiting Hermon (for which Sirion is a Sidonian
name), the crest of the Anti Lebanon, till it reels. Onward it sweeps—or
rather, perhaps, it is all around the psalmist; and even while he hears the
voice rolling from the furthest north, the extreme south echoes the roar. The
awful voice shakes* the wilderness, as it booms across its level surface. As
far south as Kadesh (probably Petra) the tremor spreads, and away in the
forests of Edom the wild creatures in their terror slip their calves, and the
oaks are scathed and stripped of their leafy honours. And all the while, like a
mighty diapason sounding on through the tumult, the voice of the sons of God in
the heavenly temple is heard proclaiming "Glory!" The psalm closes
with lofty words of confidence, built on the story of the past, as well as on
the contemplation of the present. "Jehovah sat throned for (i.e., to send
on earth) the flood" which once drowned the world of old. "Jehovah
will sit throned, a King for ever." That ancient judgment spoke of His
power over all the forces of nature, in their most terrible form. So now and
for ever, all are His servants, and effect His purposes.
Then, as the tempest rolls away, spent and transient, the
sunshine streams out anew from the softened blue over a freshened world, and
every raindrop on the leaves twinkles into diamond light, and the end of the
psalm is like the after brightness; and the tranquil low voice of its last
words is like the songs of the birds again as the departing storm growls low
and faint on the horizon. "The Lord will bless His people with
peace."
* Delitzsch would render " whirls in circles"— a
picturesque allusion to the sand pillars which accompany storms in the desert,
Thus, then, nature spoke to this young heart. The silence
was vocal; the darkness, bright; the tumult, order—and all was the revelation
of a present God. It is told of one of our great writers that, when a child, he
was found lying on a hill-side during a thunderstorm, and at each flash
clapping his hands and shouting, unconscious of danger, and stirred to ecstasy.
David, too, felt all the poetic elevation, and natural awe, in the presence of
the crashing storm; but he felt something more. To him the thunder was not a
power to tremble before, not a mere subject for poetic contemplation. Still
less was it something, the like of which could be rubbed out of glass and silk,
and which he had done with when he knew its laws. No increase of knowledge
touching the laws of physical phenomena in the least affects the point of view
which these Nature-psalms take. David said, " God makes and moves all
things." We may be able to complete the sentence by a clause which tells
something of the methods of His operation. But that is only a parenthesis after
all, and the old truth remains widened, not overthrown by it. The psalmist knew
that all being and action had their origin in God. He saw the last links of the
chain, and knew that it was rivetted to the throne of God, though the
intermediate links were unseen; and even the fact that there were any was not
present to his mind. We know something of these; but the first and the last of
the series to him, are the first and the last to us also. To us as to him, the
silent splendour of noonday speaks of God, and the nightly heavens pour the
soft radiance of His "excellent name over all the earth." The tempest
is His voice, and the wildest commotions in nature and among men break in
obedient waves around His pillared throne.
"Well roars the storm to those who hear
A deeper voice across the storm!"
There still remains one other psalm which may be used as
illustrating the early life of David. The Twenty-third psalm is coloured
throughout by the remembrances of his youthful occupation, even if its actual
composition is of a later date.
Some critics, indeed, think that the mention in the last
verse of "the house of the Lord" compels the supposition of an origin
subsequent to the building of the Temple; but the phrase in question need not
have anything to do with tabernacle or temple, and is most naturally accounted
for by the preceding image of God as the Host who feasts His servants at His
table. There are no other notes of time in the psalm, unless, with some
commentators, we see an allusion in that image of the furnished table to the
seasonable hospitality of the Gileadite chieftains during David's flight before
Absalom (2 Sam. xvii. 27—29) a reference which appears prosaic and flat.
The absence of traces of distress and sorrow—so constantly
present in the later songs—may be urged with some force in favour of the early
date; and if we follow one of the most valuable commentators (Hupfeld) in
translating all the verbs as futures, and so make the whole a hymn of hope, we
seem almost obliged to suppose that we have here the utterance of a youthful
spirit, which 1 ventured to look forward, because it first looked upward. In
any case, the psalm is a transcript of thoughts that had been born and
cherished in many a meditative hour among the lonely hills of Bethlehem. It is
the echo of the shepherd life. We see in it the incessant care, the love to his
helpless charge, which was expressed in and deepened by all his toil for them.
He had to think for their simplicity, to fight for their defenselessness, to
find their pasture, to guard them while they lay amid the fresh grass;
sometimes to use his staff in order to force their heedlessness with loving
violence past tempting perils; sometimes to guide them through gloomy gorges,
where they huddled close at his heels; sometimes to smite the lion and the bear
that prowled about the fold—but all was for their good and meant their comfort.
And thus he has learned, in preparation his own kingdom, the inmost meaning of
pre-eminence among men—and, more precious lesson still, thus he has learned the
very heart of God. Long before, Jacob had spoken of Him as the "Shepherd
of Israel;" but it was reserved for David to bring that sweet and
wonderful name into closer relations with the single soul; and, with that
peculiar enthusiasm of personal reliance, and recognition of God's love to the
individual which stamps all his psalms, to say "The Lord is my
Shepherd."
These dumb companions of his, in their docility to his
guidance, and absolute trust in his care, had taught him the secret of peace in
helplessness, of patience in ignorance. The green strips of meadow-land where
the clear waters brought life, the wearied flocks sheltered from the mid-day
heat, the quiet course of the little stream, the refreshment of the sheep by
rest and pasture, the smooth paths which he tried to choose for them, the rocky
defiles through which they had to pass, the rod in his hand that guided, and
chastised, and defended, and was never lifted in anger,—all these, the familiar
sights of his youth, pass before us as we read ; and to us too, in our widely
different social state, have become the undying emblems of the highest care and
the wisest love. The psalm witnesses how close to the youthful heart the
consciousness of God must have been, which could thus transform and glorify the
little things which were so familiar. We can feel, in a kind of lazy play of
sentiment, the fitness of the shepherd's life to suggest thoughts of God—
because it is not our life. But it needs both a meditative habit and a devout
heart, to feel that the trivialities of our own daily tasks speak to us'of Him.
The heavens touch the earth on the horizon of our vision, but it always seems
furthest to the sky from the spot where we stand. To the psalmist, however,—as
in higher ways to his Son and Lord—all things around him were full of God; and
as the majesties of nature, so the trivialities of man's works—shepherds and
fishermen—were solemn with deep meanings and shadows of the heavenly. With such
lofty thoughts he fed his youth.
The psalm, too, breathes the very spirit of sunny confidence
and of perfect rest in God. We have referred to the absence of traces of
sorrow, and to the predominant tone of hopefulness, as possibly favoring the
supposition of an early origin. But it matters little whether they were young
eyes which looked so courageously into the unknown future, or whether we have
here the more solemn and weighty hopes of age, which can have few hopes at all,
unless they be to rooted in God. The spirit expressed in the psalm is so
thoroughly David's, that in his <-. younger days, before it was worn with
responsibilities and sorrows, it must have been especially strong. We may
therefore fairly take the tone of this song of the Shepherd God as expressing
the characteristic of his godliness in the happy early years. In his solitude he
was glad. One happy thought fills the spirit; one simple emotion thrills the
chords of his harp. No doubts, or grief’s, or remorse throw their shadows upon
him. He is conscious of dependence, but he is above want and fear. He does not
ask, he has—he possesses God, and is at rest in Him. He is satisfied with that
fruition which blesseth all who hunger for God, and is the highest form of
communion with Him. As the present has no longings, the future has no terrors.
All the horizon is clear, all the winds are still, the ocean at rest, "and
birds of peace sit brooding on the charmed wave." If there be foes, God
holds them back. If there lie far off among the hills any valley of darkness,
its black portals cast no gloom over him, and will not when he enters. God is
his Shepherd, and, by another image, God is his Host. The life which in one
aspect, by reason of its continual change, and occupation with outward things,
may be compared to the journeyings of a flock, is in another aspect, by reason
of its inward union with the stability of God, like sitting ever at the table
which His hand has spread as for a royal banquet, where the oil of gladness
glistens on every head, and the full cup of Divine pleasure is in every hand.
For all the outward and pilgrimage aspect, the psalmist knows that only
Goodness and Mercy —these two white-robed messengers of God— will follow his
steps, however long may be the term of the days of his yet young life; for all
the inward, he is sure that, in calm, unbroken fellowship, he will dwell in the
house of God, and that when the twin angels who fed and guided him all his
young life long have finished their charge, and the days of his journeyings are
ended, there stretches beyond a still closer union with his heavenly Friend,
which will be perfected in His true house " forever." We look in vain
for another example, even in David's psalms, of such perfect, restful trust in
God. These clear notes are perhaps the purest utterance ever given of "
the peace of God which passeth all understanding."
Such were the thoughts and hopes of the lad who kept his
father's sheep at Bethlehem. He lived a life of lofty thoughts and lowly duties
He heard the voice of God amidst the silence of the hills, and the earliest
notes of his harp echoed the deep tones. He learned courage as well as
tenderness from his daily tasks, and patience from the contrast between them
and the high vocation which Samuel's mysterious anointing had opened before
him. If we remember how disturbing an influence the consciousness of it might
have wrought in a soul less filled with God, we may perhaps accept as probably
correct the superscription which refers one sweet, simple psalm to him, and may
venture to suppose that it expresses the contentment, undazzled by visions of
coming greatness, that calmed his heart. ."Lord, my heart is not haughty,
nor mine eyes lofty; neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in
things too high for me. Surely I have smoothed and quieted mysoul: like a
weanling on his mother's (breast), like a weanling is my soul within me."
(Psa. cxxxi.) So lying in God's arms, and content to be folded in His embrace,
without seeking anything beyond, he is tranquil in his lowly lot . glance.
One observation may, however, be allowed. After the victory,
Saul is represented as not knowing who David was, and as sending Abner to find
out where he comes from. Abner, too, professes entire ignorance; and when David
appears before the king, "with the head of the Philistine in his
hand," he is asked, "Whose son art thou, young man?" It has been
thought that here we have an irreconcilable contradiction with previous
narratives, according to which there was close intimacy between him and the
king, who "loved him greatly," and gave him an office of trust about
his person. Suppositions of "dislocation of the narrative," the
careless adoption by the compiler of two separate legends, and the like, have
been freely indulged in. But it may at least be suggested as a possible
explanation of the seeming discrepancy, that when Saul had passed out of his
moody madness it is not wonderful that he should have forgotten all which had
occurred in his paroxysm., It is surely a common enough psychological
phenomenon that a man restored to sanity has no remembrance of the events
during his mental aberration. And as for Abner's profession of ignorance, an
incipient
It does not fall within our province to follow the course of
the familiar narrative through the picturesque events that led him to fame and
position at court. The double character of minstrel and warrior, to which we
have already referred, is remarkably brought out in his double introduction to
Saul, once as soothing the king's gloomy spirit with the harmonies of his
shepherd's harp, once as bringing down the boasting giant of Gath with his
shepherd's sling. On the first occasion his residence in the palace seems to
have been ended by Saul's temporary recovery. He returns to Bethlehem for an
indefinite time, and then leaves it and all its peaceful tasks for ever. The
dramatic story of the duel with Goliath needs no second telling. His arrival at
the very crisis of the war, the eager courage with which he leaves his baggage
irt the hands of the guard and runs down the valley to the ranks of the army,
the busy hum of talk among the Israelites, the rankling jealousy of his brother
that curdles into bitter jeers, the modest courage
with which he offers himself as champion, the youthful
enthusiasm of brave trust in "the Lord, that delivered me out of the paw
of the lion, and out of the paw of the bear;" the wonderfully vivid
picture of the young hero with his shepherd staff in one hand, his sling in the
other, and the rude wallet by his side, which had carried his simple meal, and
now held the smooth stone from the brook that ran between the armies in the
bottom of the little valley— the blustering braggadocio of the big champion,
the boy"s devout confidence in " the name of the Lord of hosts
;" the swift brevity of the narrative of the actual fight, which in its
hurrying clauses seems to reproduce the light-footed eagerness of the young
champion, or the rapid whizz of the stone ere it crashed into the thick
forehead; the prostrate bulk of the dead giant prone upon the earth, and the
conqueror, slight and agile, hewing off the huge head with Goliath's own
useless sword ;—all these incidents, so- 1ulT "oF~cEafacter, so antique in
manner, so weighty with lessons of the impotence of strength that is merely
material, and the power of a living enthusiasm of faith in God, may, for our
present purposes, be passed with a mere jealousy of this stripling hero may
naturally have made the "captain of the host" willing, to keep
thejdng_as-4gnorant as he could concerning a probable formidable rival. There
is no need to suppose he was really ignorant, but only that it suited him to
say that he was.
With this earliest deed of heroism the peaceful private days
are closed, and a new epoch of court favour and growing popularity begins. The
impression which the whole story leaves upon one is well summed up in a psalm
which the Septuagint adds to the Psalter. It is not found in the Hebrew, and
has no pretension to be David's work; but, as a rteumt of the salient points of
his early life, it may fitly end our considerations of this first epoch.
"This is the autograph psalm of David, and beyond the
number (i.e., of the psalms in the Psalter), when he fought the single fight
with Goliath:—
"(i.) I was little among my brethren, and the youngest
in the house of my father: I kept the flock of my father.
(2.) My hands made a pipe, my fingers tuned a psaltery.
(3.) And who shall tell it to my Lord? He is the Lord, He
shall hear me.
(4.) He sent His angel (messenger), and took me from the
flocks of my father, and anointed me with the oil of His anointing.
(5.) But my brethren were fair and large, and in them the
Lord took not pleasure.
(6.) I went out to meet the Philistine, and he cursed me by
his idols.
(7.) But I, drawing his sword, beheaded him, and took away
reproach from the children of Israel."
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