Job Continues: Life Seems Futile
Job says that human life on earth is like hard service, and he compares himself to a laborer longing for evening wages. Yet instead of rest he has been given months of futility, long nights of tossing, diseased flesh, and days that race away without hope.
“1Is not man consigned to labor on earth? 2Like a slave he longs for shade; 3So I am allotted months of futility, 4When I lie down I think: 5My flesh is clothed with worms 6My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle;
Job asks God to remember that his life is only a breath and says he will not restrain his mouth in such distress. Even the little relief he seeks in sleep is broken by fright, so that death seems preferable to a life he now loathes and does not wish to prolong forever.
7Remember that my life is but a breath. 8The eye that beholds me will no longer see me. 9As a cloud vanishes and is gone, 10He never returns to his house; 11Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; 12Am I the sea, or the monster of the deep, 13When I think my bed will comfort me 14then You frighten me with dreams 15so that I would prefer strangling and death 16I loathe my life! I would not live forever.
Job asks why a human being should matter so much to God that he is tested every moment and never left alone. If he has sinned, he asks what injury that has done to God and why pardon is withheld, since soon he will lie in the dust and be gone.
17What is man that You should exalt him, 18that You attend to him every morning, 19Will You never look away from me, 20If I have sinned, what have I done to You, 21Why do You not pardon my transgression