8. Having looked at home with satisfaction, the hero-king now looks abroad
with exultation. Moab, so injurious to me in former years, is my washpot. A mere pot to hold the dirty water after my feet have been washed
in it. The wicked as we see in them the evil, the fruit, and the punishment of
sin will help bring on the purification of the saints. This is contrary to
their will, and to the nature of things, but faith finds honey in the lion, and
a washpot in filthy Moab. David treats his foes as but insignificant and
inconsiderable; a whole nation he counts but as a footbath for his kingdom. Over Edom will I east out my shoe. As a man when bathing throws his shoes on one
side, so would he obtain his dominion over haughty Esau’s descendants. Perhaps
he would throw his shoe as men throw their glove, as a challenge to them to
dare dispute his sway. He did not need to draw a sword. Every believer may also
by faith triumph over all difficulties, and reign with him who hath made us
kings and priests. Philistia, triumph thou because of me. Be so subdued
as to rejoice in my victories over my other foes. Or does he mean, I who smote
your champion have at length so subdued you that you will never be able to
rejoice over Israel again; but if you must triumph it must be with me, and not
against me; or rather is this a taunting defiance, a piece of irony? O proud
Philistia, where now your haughty looks and promised conquests? Thus dare we
defy the last enemy: “O death,
where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?” When the Lord speaks the promise, we will not be slow to rejoice and
glory in it.
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