Job 16:1-22
1 Then Job answered and said,
2 I have heard many such things: miserablea comforters are ye all.
3 Shall vainb words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest?
4 I also could speak as ye do: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you.
5 But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage your grief.
6 Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
7 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
8 And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
9 He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.
11 God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
12 I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
17 Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.
18 O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.
19 Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.c
20 My friends scorn me: but mine eyed poureth out tears unto God.
21 O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbour!
22 When a fewe years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
Job immediately answered. His answer dealt less with the argument they suggested than before. While the darkness was still about him, and in some senses the agony of his soul was deepening, yet it is impossible to read the whole of this answer without seeing that through the terrible stress he was at least groping after light, if at the moment we may not say that he saw any gleam of it. He first manifested his impatience with these men. Their philosophy was not new. He had heard many such things. Their comfort was nothing; they were "miserable comforters." Their pertinacity was his chief trouble. The folly of criticizing sorrow from the vantage point of prosperity is declared. Job said that he could speak as they if they were in his place, but he would not do it. He would attempt to strengthen them.
Following this outburst of scorn, we have a new statement of his grief. It was helped neither by speech nor silence. In describing his suffering he spoke of God's relentless method. In the midst of this he said:
Mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
The word is not the same as that translated "Satan," but it indicates an enemy. Whether Job so understood it or not may be very doubtful; but in the light of what we know of the preliminary controversy in heaven it is quite possible to read this section as though he had seen some faint outline of the shadow of the foe.
Immediately following, he said: God delivereth me to the ungodly.
He was evidently conscious of a definite force against him. Perhaps there was more than he knew in what he said.
Continuing, Job now cried out in his distress, and here again it is most remarkable to see how his faith triumphed over his doubt. He declared that his witness was in heaven. He prayed that God would maintain his right with God.