Job’s Prosperity Becomes Calamity
Job says terrors now overrun him, his dignity has been blown away, and his soul pours itself out under days of affliction. His bones ache by night, his garment clings in torment, he is cast into the mire, and when he cries to God he receives no answer, only the sense of being seized by a harsh power carrying him toward death.
T15errors are turned loose against me; 16And now my soul is poured out within me; 17Night pierces my bones, 18With great force He grasps my garment; 19He throws me into the mud, 20I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer; 21You have ruthlessly turned on me; 22You snatch me up into the wind 23Yes, I know that You will bring me down to death,
Job asks whether one would not stretch out a hand to the ruined, especially since he himself once wept for those in trouble and grieved for the needy. Yet when he hoped for good, evil came instead; his inward parts churn without rest, his skin blackens, he moves like one joined to desolate creatures, and the instruments once suited to joy now belong only to lament.
24Yet no one stretches out his hand against a ruined man 25Have I not wept for those in trouble? 26But when I hoped for good, evil came; 27I am churning within and cannot rest; 28I go about blackened, but not by the sun. 29I have become a brother of jackals, 30My skin grows black and peels, 31My harp is tuned to mourning