Job 16: Job's
fifth speech [Part 1 of 2]
Comments: Eliphaz hasn't been able to satisfy Job and so Job comes
back at all of them, calling them ‘miserable comforters' [v.2]
and says he could speak similarly except he would bring encouragement
and comfort [v.5]. Yet he doesn't feel like doing that because
he is too worn out by what has happened to him [v.7-9] and it
feels like he's been thrown to the ungodly mockers [v.10,11] that
just makes him feel, as their target, hurt and crushed [v.12-14].
Although he feels utterly wrung out, he still wants to try to
remain true [v.15-17]. All he knows of God makes him feel that
he has an advocate who will speak up for him in heaven [v.19-21].
A remarkable faith assertion.]
I could speak like you but I would bring encouragement
have heard many things like these; you are miserable comforters,
all of you!
your long-winded speeches never end? What ails you that you keep
also could speak like you, if you were in my place; I could make
fine speeches against you and shake my head at you.
my mouth would encourage you; comfort from my lips would bring
But God has worn me out allowing the ungodly to come against me
if I speak, my pain is not relieved; and if I refrain, it does
not go away.
God, you have worn me out; you have devastated my entire household.
have shrivelled me up—and it has become a witness; my gauntness
rises up and testifies against me.
assails me and tears me in his anger and gnashes his teeth at
me; my opponent fastens on me his piercing eyes.
open their mouths to jeer at me; they strike my cheek in scorn
and unite together against me.
has turned me over to the ungodly and thrown me into the clutches
of the wicked.
was well with me, but he shattered me; he seized me by the neck
and crushed me. He has made me his target;
archers surround me. Without pity, he pierces my kidneys and spills
my gall on the ground.
and again he bursts upon me; he rushes at me like a warrior.
Although I anguish I seek to remain pure
have sewed sackcloth over my skin and buried my brow in the dust.
face is red with weeping, dark shadows ring my eyes;
my hands have been free of violence and my prayer is pure.
do not cover my blood; may my cry never be laid to rest!
Yet I have an Advocate in heaven
now my witness is in heaven; my advocate
is on high.
intercessor is my friend as my eyes pour out tears to God;
behalf of a man he pleads with God as one pleads for a friend.
a few years will pass before I take the path of no return.
Comments: In the midst of his darkness, somehow, something,
in Job stirs a ray of hope that the love and justice of God (assumed)
means there is one in heaven who will speak up for him. The next
of these glimmers of hope come in 19:25]