Job 16
About JobWritten by AI
Job is a long poem framed by a short story. A good man loses his wealth, his children, and his health, and no one tells him why. The writer and the date are unknown: the story is set in the age of the patriarchs, but the book may have been written much later, and Christians hold different views on when. Some Jewish tradition credits Moses.
After two prose chapters, Job and three friends trade speeches in rounds. The friends insist suffering must be punishment for sin; Job insists he is innocent and pleads for God to answer him. A younger man, Elihu, speaks next. Then the LORD Himself answers out of the whirlwind, and the story closes in prose.
Read the friends with care. They say many true things about God, but they apply them wrongly, and at the end God says they have not spoken of Him accurately as Job has (42:7). Watch for Job's flashes of hope in the dark: “I know that my Redeemer lives.”
Before you read Job 16Written by AI
Job calls his friends miserable comforters. If they were in his place, he says, he could talk like them too. He describes God as an enemy who has torn him and set him up as a target. Yet he says his witness is in heaven and his advocate on high, someone to plead for him with God.
Job Decries His Comforters
Then Job answered:
“I have heard many things like these;
miserable comforters are you all.
Is there no end to your long-winded speeches?
What provokes you to continue testifying?
I could also speak like you
if you were in my place;
I could heap up words against you
and shake my head at you.
But I would encourage you with my mouth,
and the consolation of my lips would bring relief.
Even if I speak, my pain is not relieved,
and if I hold back, how will it go away?
Surely He has now exhausted me;
You have devastated all my family.
You have bound me, and it has become a witness;
my frailty rises up and testifies against me.
His anger has torn me and opposed me;
He gnashes His teeth at me.
My adversary pierces me with His eyes.
They open their mouths against me
and strike my cheeks with contempt;
they join together against me.
God has delivered me to unjust men;
He has thrown me to the clutches of the wicked.
I was at ease, but He shattered me;
He seized me by the neck and crushed me.
He has set me up as His target;
His archers surround me.
He pierces my kidneys without mercy
and spills my gall on the ground.
He breaks me with wound upon wound;
He rushes me like a mighty warrior.
I have sewn sackcloth over my skin;
I have buried my horn in the dust.
My face is red with weeping,
and deep shadows ring my eyes;
yet my hands are free of violence
and my prayer is pure.
O earth, do not cover my blood;
may my cry for help never be laid to rest.
Even now my witness is in heaven,
and my advocate is on high.
My friends are my scoffers
as my eyes pour out tears to God.
Oh, that a man might plead with God
as he pleads with his neighbor!
For when only a few years are past
I will go the way of no return.