Make your shade
At the height of noon!
Hide the outcasts!
Do not betray the fugitive!
Let the outcasts of Moab
Settle among you!
Be a refuge to them
From the destroyer!’”
This appears to be an oracle from Yahweh, via Isaiah, asking the people of Judah to help the Moabites. Yahweh wanted them to grant counsel and justice to the Moabites. They were to provide noonday shade or protection for these fugitive immigrants. They were to hide these outcasts, who should not be betrayed. The Moabites should be allowed to settle among them as refugees from the Assyrian destroyer. This is a great plea to the Israelites to help the displaced neighboring people of Moab.
“Blessed is the barren woman
Who is undefiled.
She has not entered into a sinful union.
She will have fruit
When God examines souls.
Blessed also is the eunuch
Whose hands have done no lawless deed.
He has not devised wicked things against the Lord.
Special favor will be shown him
For his faithfulness.
There will be a place of great delight
In the temple of the Lord.
The fruit of good labors is renowned.
The root of understanding does not fail.”
This author then praises or calls the barren woman and the eunuch blessed or blissful (μακαρία). Both of these groups of people were considered outcasts of society because of their sterility. These barren women are those who were not defiled. They had not entered into a sinful union. They will bear fruit when their souls would be examined (ἐπισκοπῇ ψυχῶν). The eunuchs should have not done any lawless actions. They will not have devised anything wicked against the Lord (κατὰ τοῦ Κυρίου πονηρά). They will receive special favors because they were faithful. They will have a special place in the Temple of the Lord (ἐν ναῷ Κυρίου θυμηρέστερος). This is a reference to some kind of eternal reward. The fruits of a good life and understanding will not fail.
How good it is to sing praises to our God!
He is gracious!
A song of praise is fitting.
Yahweh builds up Jerusalem.
He gathers the outcasts of Israel.
He heals the broken hearted.
He binds up their wounds.
He determines the number of the stars.
He gives to all of them their names.
Great is Yahweh!
He is abundant in power.
His understanding is beyond measure.
Yahweh lifts up the downtrodden.
He casts the wicked to the ground.”
Psalm 147 is the second alleluia psalm as praise for Yahweh dominates. Once again there is no beginning title. It almost seems like a continuation of the preceding psalm. They were to all sing praises to Yahweh, another way of saying alleluia, the Hebrew “Hallelujah,” because he is gracious. It is fitting to sing to Yahweh because he built up Jerusalem. He gathered the outcasts. He healed the broken hearted by binding up their wounds. He determined the number and named all the stars. Yahweh is great with abundant power. No one could measure his understanding. He lifted up the downtrodden, but he cast out all those wicked ones to the ground.
“Now they mock me in song.
I am a byword to them.
They abhor me.
They keep aloof from me.
They do not hesitate to spit at the sight of me.
God has loosed my bowstring.
God has humbled me.
They now have cast off restraint in my presence.
On my right hand
The rabble rises up.
They send me sprawling.
They build roadblocks from ruin.
They break up my path.
They promote my calamity.
No one restrains them.
As through a wide breach they come.
Amid the crash they roll on.
Terrors are turned upon me.
My honor is pursued as by the wind.
My prosperity has passed away like a cloud.”
Once again, in colorful language, Job complains about the rabble around him. He did not like what they were doing to him. They were mocking him with various songs and stories. They did not like him. They spit in his direction when he came near to them. They really had no restraints in his presence since God had abandoned him. This rabble of outcasts sent him sprawling to the ground. They blocked his path. They were bullies to him since no one stopped them in their conduct. They already were the outcasts of society. They came at him just like through a hole in the wall. They just rolled over him. All of Job’s honor and prosperity was gone like a wind or cloud. Here today, but gone tomorrow.