Job Prepares for Death
Job says his spirit is broken, his days are extinguished, and graves lie ready for him while mockers remain beside him. He asks God to provide the pledge he demands, since no one else will strike hands for him, and he says the friends have been shut away from understanding so that they cannot be exalted, like someone whose betrayal of companions brings ruin even on his children.
“1My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; 2Surely mockers surround me, 3Give me, I pray, the pledge You demand. 4You have closed their minds to understanding; 5If a man denounces his friends for a price,
Job says he has become a byword to the people and one before whom men spit. His eyes are dim from grief and his body reduced to shadow, yet he insists that the upright will be appalled and stirred on by what they see, while he challenges the friends to return again, certain that none of them will prove wise.
6He has made me a byword among the people, 7My eyes have grown dim with grief, 8The upright are appalled at this, 9Yet a righteous one holds to his way, 10But come back and try again, all of you.
Job says his days are gone, his plans shattered, and the desires of his heart torn away, while others try to turn night into day with thin assurances of coming light. He sees Sheol as his house, darkness as his bed, corruption as his father, and the worm as his kin, and he asks where his hope can now be found if it descends with him through the gates of death into the dust.
11My days have passed; my plans are broken off — 12They have turned night into day, 13If I look for Sheol as my home, 14and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ 15where then is my hope? 16Will it go down to the gates of Sheol?