Paul Kretzmann Commentary - Job 7:1 - 7:8

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Paul Kretzmann Commentary - Job 7:1 - 7:8


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The General Misery of Human Life

v. 1. Is there not an appointed time, warfare, a fixed and wearing service, to man upon earth? Are not his days also like the days of an hireling, one who works for wages? The figure is that of a man drafted for military service, and then of a man who has hired out to perform a certain task, the idea being that in either case man longs for the end of the labor appointed to him.

v. 2. As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow,
as the slave eagerly looks forward to the rest after the completion of his work, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work, for he also, after receiving his wages, may rest,

v. 3. so am I,
instead of enjoying the expected rest, spoken in irony, made to possess months of vanity, this time of wretchedness was allotted to him, and wearisome nights are appointed to me, they have been dealt out to him without his desire, although he has not done anything to merit them to this degree.

v. 4. When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise and the night be gone?
The sleeplessness caused by his terrible illness made him wish that the night would soon flyaway. And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day, weary with his restless rolling about in the endeavor to find rest.

v. 5. My flesh is clothed with worms,
maggots breeding in the ulcers, and clods of dust, the crust of dried filth covering his entire body; my skin is broken and become loathsome, whenever the skin made an attempt to heal, to come together, to become hard and stiff, the festering sores broke open again.

v. 6. My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle and are spent without hope,
vanish without hope of deliverance, just as the web on the loom of the weaver is cut off.

v. 7. O remember that my life is wind,
his days are like a breath of air, which is soon wafted away, Psa_78:39; mine eye shall no more see good, will not return to see good fortune or prosperity; an early death would put an end to his chances of happiness in this life.

v. 8. The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more,
he would soon pass from the circle of those whom he had formerly considered his friends; Thine eyes are upon me, namely, those of the Lord, and I am not; even if He should turn to Job in sympathy in order to help him, it would be too late, since he knew he would soon be removed from the land of the living. Such bitterness of soul as here shown by Job is not compatible with true trust in the Lord.