CHAPTER XXXVII

_JEREMIAH AND HIS PROPHECIES_

JER. i. 1-v. 31

"Count me o'er earth's chosen heroes--they were souls that

stood alone,

While the men they agonised for hurled the contumelious

stone;

Stood serene, and down the future saw the golden beam incline

To the side of perfect justice, mastered by their faith

divine,

By one man's plain truth to manhood and to God's supreme

design."

LOWELL.

Truly Jeremiah was a prophet of evil. The king might have addressed

him in the words with which Agamemnon reproaches Kalchas.[852]

"Augur accursed! denouncing mischief still:

Prophet of plagues, for ever boding ill!

Still must that tongue some wounding message bring,

And still thy priestly pride provoke thy king."

Never was there a sadder man.[853] Like Phocion, he believed in the

enemies of his country more than he believed in his own people. He saw

"Too late" written upon everything. He saw himself all but universally

execrated as a coward, as a traitor, as one who weakened the nerves

and damped the courage of those who were fighting against fearful odds

for their wives and children, the ashes of their fathers, their

altars, and their hearths. It had become his fixed conviction that any

prophets--and there were a multitude of them--who prophesied peace

were false prophets, and _ipso facto_ proved themselves conspirators

against the true well-being of the land.[854] In point of fact,

Jeremiah lived to witness the death-struggle of the idea of religion

in its predominantly national character (vii. 8-16, vi. 8). "The

continuity of the national faith refused to be bound up with the

continuance of the nation. When the nation is dissolved into

individual elements, the continuity and ultimate victory of the true

faith depends on the relations of Jehovah to individual souls out of

which the nation shall be bound up."[855]

And now a sad misfortune happened to Jeremiah. His home was not at

Jerusalem, but at Anathoth, though he had long been driven from his

native village by the murderous plots of his own kindred, and of those

who had been infuriated by his incessant prophecies of doom. When the

Chaldæans retired from Jerusalem to encounter Pharaoh, he left the

distressed city for the land of Benjamin, "to receive his portion from

thence in the midst of the people"--apparently, for the sense is

doubtful, to claim his dues of maintenance as a priest. But at the

city gate he was arrested by Irijah, the son of Shelemiah, the captain

of the watch, who charged him with the intention of deserting to the

Chaldæans. Jeremiah pronounced the charge to be a lie; but Irijah took

him before the princes, who hated him, and consigned him to dreary and

dangerous imprisonment in the house of Jonathan the scribe. In the

vaults of this "house of the pit" he continued many days.[856] The

king sympathised with him: he would gladly have delivered him, if he

could, from the rage of the princes; but he did not dare.[857]

Meanwhile, the siege went on, and the people never forgot the anguish

of despair with which they waited the reinvestiture of the city. Ever

since that day it has been kept as a fast--the fast of Tebeth.

Zedekiah, yearning for some advice, or comfort--if comfort were to be

had--from the only man whom he really trusted, sent for Jeremiah to

the palace, and asked him in despicable secrecy, "Is there any word

from the Lord?" The answer was the old one: "Yes! Thou shalt be

delivered into the hands of the King of Babylon." Jeremiah gave it

without quailing, but seized the opportunity to ask on what plea he

was imprisoned. Was he not a prophet? Had he not prophesied the return

of the Chaldæan host? Where now were all the prophets who had

prophesied peace? Would not the king at least save him from the

detestable prison in which he was dying by inches?

The king heard his petition, and he was removed to a better prison in

the court of the watch, where he received his daily piece of bread out

of the bakers' street until all the bread in the city was spent.

For now utter famine came upon the wretched Jews, to add to the

horrors and accidents of the siege. If we would know what that famine

was in its appalling intensity, we must turn to the Book of

Lamentations. Those elegies, so unutterably plaintive, may not be by

the prophet himself, but only by his school; but they show us what was

the frightful condition of the people of Jerusalem before and during

the last six months of the siege. "The sword of the wilderness"--the

roving and plundering Bedouin--made it impossible to get out of the

city in any direction. Things were as dreadfully hopeless as they had

been in Samaria when it was besieged by Benhadad.[858] Hunger and

thirst reduce human nature to its most animal conditions. They

obliterate the merest elements of morality. They make men like beasts,

and reveal the ferocity which is never quite dead in any but the

purest and loftiest souls. They arouse the least human instincts of

the aboriginal animal. The day came when there was no more bread left

in Jerusalem.[859] The fair and ruddy Nazarites, who had been purer

than snow, whiter than milk, more ruddy than corals, lovely as

sapphires, became like withered boughs,[860] and even their friends

did not recognise them in those ghastly and emaciated figures which

crept about the streets. The daughters of Zion, more cruel in their

hunger than the very jackals, lost the instincts of pity and

motherhood. Mothers and fathers devoured their own little unweaned

children.[861] There was parricide as well as infanticide in the

horrible houses. They seemed to plead that none could blame them,

since the lives of many had become an intolerable anguish, and no man

had bread for his little ones, and their tongues cleaved to the roof

of their mouth. All that happened six centuries later, during the

siege of Jerusalem by Titus, happened now. Then Martha the daughter of

Nicodemus ben-Gorion, once a lady of enormous wealth, was seen picking

the grains of corn from the offal of the streets; now the women who

had fed delicately and been brought up in scarlet were seen sitting

desolate on heaps of dung.[862] And Jehovah did not raise His hand to

save His guilty and dying people. It was too late!

And as is always the case in such extremities, there were men who stood

defiant and selfish amid the universal misery. Murder, oppression, and

luxury continued to prevail. The godless nobles did not intermit the

building of their luxurious houses, asserting to themselves and others

that, after all, the final catastrophe was not near at hand. The sudden

death of one of them--Pelatiah, the son of Benaiah--while Ezekiel was

prophesying, terrified the prophet so much that he flung himself on his

face and cried with a loud voice, "Ah, Lord God! wilt Thou make a full

end of the remnant of Israel?" But on the others this death by the

visitation of God seems to have produced no effect; and the glory of God

left the city, borne away upon its cherubim-chariot.[863]

Even under the stress of these dreadful circumstances the Jews held

out with that desperate tenacity which has often been shown by nations

fighting behind strong walls for their very existence, but by no

nation more decidedly than by the Jews. And if the rebel-party, and

the lying prophets who had brought the city to this pass, still

entertained any hopes either of a diversion caused by Pharaoh Hophrah,

or of some miraculous deliverance such as that which had saved the

city from Sennacherib years earlier, it is not unnatural that they

should have regarded Jeremiah with positive fury. For he still

continued to prophesy the captivity. What specially angered them was

his message to the people that all who remained in Jerusalem should

die by the sword, the famine, and the pestilence, but that those who

deserted to the Chaldæans should live. It was on the ground of his

having said this that they had imprisoned him as a deserter; and when

Pashur and his son Gedaliah heard that he was still saying this, they

and the other princes entreated Zedekiah to put him to death as a

pernicious traitor, who weakened the hands of the patriot soldiers.

Jeremiah was not guilty of the lack of patriotism with which they

charged him. The day of independence had passed for ever, and Babylon,

not Egypt, was the appointed suzerain. The counselling of

submission--as many a victorious chieftain has been forced at last to

counsel it, from the days of Hannibal to those of Thiers--is often the

true and the only possible patriotism in doomed and decadent nations.

Zedekiah timidly abandoned the prophet to the rage of his enemies; but

being afraid to murder him openly as Urijah had been murdered, they

flung him into a well in the dungeon of Malchiah, the king's son. Into

the mire of this pit he sank up to the arms, and there they purposely

left him to starve and rot.[864] But if no Israelite pitied him, his

condition moved the compassion of Ebed-Melech, an Ethiopian, one of

the king's eunuch-chamberlains. He hurried to the king in a storm of

pity and indignation. He found him sitting, as a king should do, at

the post of danger in the gate of Benjamin; for Zedekiah was not a

physical, though he was a moral, coward. Ebed-Melech told the king

that Jeremiah was dying of starvation, and Zedekiah bade him take

three[865] men with him and rescue the dying man. The faithful

Ethiopian hurried to a cellar under the treasury, took with him some

old, worn fragments of robes, and, letting them down by cords, called

to Jeremiah to put them under his arm-pits. He did so, and they drew

him up into the light of day, though he still remained in prison.

It seems to have been at this time that, in spite of his grim

vaticination of immediate retribution, Jeremiah showed his serene

confidence in the ultimate future by accepting the proposal of his

cousin Hanameel to buy some of the paternal fields at Anathoth, though

at that very moment they were in the hands of the Chaldæans. Such an

act publicly performed must have caused some consolation to the

besieged, just as did the courage of the Roman senator who gave a good

price for the estate outside the walls of Rome on which Hannibal was

actually encamped.

Then Zedekiah once more secretly sent for him, and implored him to tell

the unvarnished truth. "If I do," said the prophet, "will you not kill

me? and will you in any case hearken to me?" Zedekiah swore not to

betray him to his enemies; and Jeremiah told him that, even at that

eleventh hour, if he would go out and make submission to the

Babylonians, the city should not be burnt, and he should save the lives

of himself and of his family. Zedekiah believed him, but pleaded that he

was afraid of the mockery of the deserters to whom he might be

delivered. Jeremiah assured him that he should not be so delivered, and

that, if he refused to obey, nothing remained for the city, and for him

and his wives and children, but final ruin. The king was too weak to

follow what he must now have felt to be the last chance which God had

opened out for him. He could only "attain to half-believe." He entrusted

the result to chance, with miserable vacillation of purpose; and the

door of hope was closed upon him. His one desire was to conceal the

interview; and if it came to the ears of the princes--of whom he was

shamefully afraid--he begged Jeremiah to say that he had only entreated

the king not to send him back to die in Jonathan's prison.

As he had suspected, it became known that Jeremiah had been summoned

to an interview with the king. They questioned the prophet in prison.

He told them the story which the king had suggested to him, and the

truth remained undiscovered. For this deflection from exact truth it

is tolerably certain that, in the state of men's consciences upon the

subject of veracity in those days, the prophet's moral sense did not

for a moment reproach him. He remained in his prison, guarded probably

by the faithful Ebed-Melech, until Jerusalem was taken.

Let us pity the dreadful plight of Zedekiah, aggravated as it was by

his weak temperament. "He stands at the head of a people determined to

defend itself, but is himself without either hope or courage."[866]

FOOTNOTES:

[852] Homer, _Iliad_, i. 106-109.

[853] But it must not be forgotten that Jer. xxxi. 1-34 is so hopeful

that it has been called "the Gospel before Christ."

[854] Jer. vi. 14, viii. 11; Ezek. xiii. 10.

[855] W. R. Smith, "Prophets" (_Enc. Brit._).

[856] Jer. xxxvii, 11-15.

[857] Jer xxxviii. 5. The Jewish aristocracy consisted, says Grätz, of

three classes: the _benî hammelech_, or "king's sons"--_i.e._, princes

of the blood-royal; the _roshî aboth_, "heads of the fathers," or

_zekenîm_, "elders"; and the _abhodî hammelech_, "king's servants," or

"courtiers" (ii. 446).

[858] Lam. v. 4.

[859] Jer. xxxvii. 21, xxxviii. 9, lii. 6.

[860] Lam. iv. 7, 8.

[861] Lam. iv. 10, ii. 20; Ezek. v. 10; Baruch ii. 3.

[862] Lam. iv. 5. See Stanley, _Lectures_, ii. 470.

[863] Ezek. xi. 22.

[864] This may possibly be alluded to in Psalm lxix. 2.

[865] Jer. xxxviii. 10, A.V., "thirty."

[866] Van Oort, iv. 52.

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