The Expositor's Bible: The Book of the Twelve Prophets, Vol. 1: Commonly Called the MinorSmith, George Adam
Religion
The Expositor's Bible: The Book of the Twelve Prophets, Vol. 1: Commonly Called the Minor
Smith, George Adam
Bible. Minor Prophets -- Commentaries
[488] It is at this point, if at any, that i. 10, 11, ii. 1 (Eng.,
but ii. 1-3 Heb.) ought to come in. It will be observed, however,
that even here they are superfluous: _And the number of the children
of Israel shall be as the sand of the sea, which cannot be measured
nor counted; and it shall be in the place where it was said to them,
No People of Mine are ye! it shall be said to them, Sons of the
Living God! And the children of Judah and the children of Israel
shall be gathered together, and they shall appoint themselves one
head, and shall go up from the land: for great is the day of Jezreel.
Say unto your brothers, My People, and to your sisters_ (LXX.
_sister_), _She-is-Pitied_. On the whole passage see above, p. 213.
[489] Or _that is loved of her husband though an adulteress_.
[490] So LXX. The homer was eight bushels. The lethech is a measure
not elsewhere mentioned.
[491] On these see above, Introduction, Chap. III., p. 38.
[492] On the text see above, p. 214.
[493] xi. 9.
[494] As the stories all written down before this had made familiar
to Israel.
CHAPTER XV
_THE THICK NIGHT OF ISRAEL_
HOSEA iv.-xiv.
It was indeed "thick night" into which this Arthur of Israel stepped
from his shattered home. The mists drive across Hosea's long agony
with his people, and what we see, we see blurred and broken. There
is stumbling and clashing; crowds in drift; confused rallies; gangs
of assassins breaking across the highways; doors opening upon lurid
interiors full of drunken riot. Voices, which other voices mock, cry
for a dawn that never comes. God Himself is Laughter, Lightning,
a Lion, a Gnawing Worm. Only one clear note breaks over the
confusion--the trumpet summoning to war.
Take courage, O great heart! Not thus shall it always be! There wait
thee, before the end, of open Visions at least two--one of Memory and
one of Hope, one of Childhood and one of Spring. Past this night,
past the swamp and jungle of these fetid years, thou shalt see thy
land in her beauty, and God shall look on the face of His Bride.
* * * * *
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account