David Saw Babylon Coming and Taught Prayer to Rise Without an Altar

God showed David the fire.

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Not a figure of speech about fire. The House his son would build, and the second House after it, both of them burning, both of them coming down. Rav Yehuda taught it in the name of Rav: the singer was shown the destructions before the foundation trench was ever dug.

He was at the height of everything. Jerusalem was his. The ark had come up the road with him dancing in front of it. He sat down and wrote a song about a river he would never see, for people who had not been born, about an empire that did not yet have an army big enough to reach him.

The Road With No Place to Sit

They came out of the city in chains and were not allowed to stop.

Not to rest. Not to bury. Not to sit down in the dirt and take the weight off for a minute. The guards kept the column moving and the ones who went down stayed where they went down, and the rest walked on past them. "We are pursued on our necks," they said about it afterward, and they were describing the road, not reaching for an image. The first ground they were permitted to sit on was the bank of the Euphrates.

Jeremiah had walked that far with them.

At the water Nebuzaradan gave him the choice of going on to Babylon or turning back, and Jeremiah turned back, because the people still left in the land had nobody at all. The exiles watched him go. Whatever they had been holding down for the length of that road came up out of them at the river's edge, and Jeremiah swore to them that they had wept the whole way, that not one step of it had been dry.

Books of Sand

Nebuchadnezzar marched the kings of Judah along the bank with their clothes taken off them.

They walked upright anyway. He noticed that. He had books filled with sand brought out and laid across their shoulders, one after another, until the backs bent and the heads came down, and that was the picture he had wanted.

Rabbi Acha bar Abba said that in that hour God came close to putting the world back the way it had been before the first day. Water with no shape. Nothing standing anywhere.

The world stayed. The kings kept walking with the sand on their backs.

The Harps Went Into the Willows

Rabbi Yochanan measured their grief a strange way. At home they had drunk rain and spring water and well water. On the Euphrates they drank the river, and the river killed them, and he weighed one fish out of that water against everything Nebuchadnezzar had done and said the fish was heavier.

Then the guards wanted entertainment.

Sing us one of the songs of Zion. Sing the Temple ones. The Levites who had sung on the Temple steps stood on a foreign riverbank with the instruments still in their hands and looked at the men asking.

They walked to the willows and hung the harps up in the branches and left them there. "How shall we sing the LORD's song in a strange land?" (Psalms 137:4). Nobody sang. The instruments swung over the water and the guards got nothing out of them.

The Fire That Chose Between Two Brothers

That kind of refusal ran in the family, and it had been tested by fire before.

Terach knew a generation ahead of time that one of his sons would be eaten by fire and another would carry a name through the whole world. He did not know which son was which until it happened in front of him.

Abraham stood up in front of the nations and said he belonged to the God of Heaven. They built the furnace for him. He walked out of it with nothing burned.

Haran did the arithmetic first. If Abraham comes out, he thought, I am with Abraham. If Abraham burns, I am with the crowd. He stood and waited for the result. When his brother came out alive, Haran shouted that he was of Abraham's party, and they put him in, and the fire took him at once. An angel carried the body out and laid it down in front of Terach, which is how a father came to bury a son while he was still alive to watch it (Genesis 11:28).

Two men in the same fire. The one who had decided before he knew the answer walked out of it.

Incense Without an Altar

David was writing for people who would be standing where Haran stood, with no way to know in advance whether they would come out.

He knew exactly what he had and what he did not. Some men lean on their own good deeds. Some lean on the merit of their fathers. He asked God to hurry to him, which is what a man says when there is nobody else in the room to say it for him. The officials are all busy with other cases. You are the judge and You are the advocate. Argue my side.

And when the altar was gone and the priests were scattered and nobody alive still knew the exact compound of the spices, there was an evening and there was a voice. "Let my prayer be set forth as incense before You" (Psalms 141:2). Set forth. Sent up. Climbing the way the smoke used to climb, out of a mouth instead of a bowl, off a riverbank instead of a courtyard.

The harps stayed in the willows. The words went up without them.