Job 6

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1Then Job replied:

2“If only my anguish could be weighed and all my misery be placed on the scales!

3It would surely outweigh the sand of the seas– no wonder my words have been impetuous.

4The arrows of the Almighty are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God's terrors are marshaled against me.

5Does a wild donkey bray when it has grass, or an ox bellow when it has fodder?

6Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the white of an egg?

7I refuse to touch it; such food makes me ill.

8“Oh, that I might have my request, that God would grant what I hope for,

9that God would be willing to crush me, to let loose his hand and cut me off!

10Then I would still have this consolation– my joy in unrelenting pain– that I had not denied the words of the Holy One.

11“What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What prospects, that I should be patient?

12Do I have the strength of stone? Is my flesh bronze?

13Do I have any power to help myself, now that success has been driven from me?

14“A despairing man should have the devotion of his friends, even though he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.

15But my brothers are as undependable as intermittent streams, as the streams that overflow

16when darkened by thawing ice and swollen with melting snow,

17but that cease to flow in the dry season, and in the heat vanish from their channels.

18Caravans turn aside from their routes; they go up into the wasteland and perish.

19The caravans of Tema look for water, the traveling merchants of Sheba look in hope.

20They are distressed, because they had been confident; they arrive there, only to be disappointed.

21Now you too have proved to be of no help; you see something dreadful and are afraid.

22Have I ever said, ‘Give something on my behalf, pay a ransom for me from your wealth,

23deliver me from the hand of the enemy, ransom me from the clutches of the ruthless’?

24“Teach me, and I will be quiet; show me where I have been wrong.

25How painful are honest words! But what do your arguments prove?

26Do you mean to correct what I say, and treat the words of a despairing man as wind?

27You would even cast lots for the fatherless and barter away your friend.

28“But now be so kind as to look at me. Would I lie to your face?

29Relent, do not be unjust; reconsider, for my integrity is at stake.

30Is there any wickedness on my lips? Can my mouth not discern malice?

Commentary

But Job answered and said. Though Eliphaz thought his speech was unanswerable, being, as he and his friends judged, unquestionably true, and the fruit of strict, laborious, and diligent search and inquiry; or, "then Job answered" {t}, as the same particle is rendered, Job 4:1; after he had heard Eliphaz out; he waited with patience until he had finished his discourse, without giving him any interruption, though there were many things that were very provoking, particularly in Job 4:5; and when he had done, then he made his reply; and this was no other than what every man has a right unto, to answer for himself when any charge or accusation is brought against him; when his character is attacked, or his good name, which is better the precious ointment, is taken from him; and is what all reasonable men, and the laws of all civilized nations, allow of.

{t} ויען "tunc respondit", Drusius.

6:1-7 Job still justifies himself in his complaints. In addition to outward troubles, the inward sense of God's wrath took away all his courage and resolution. The feeling sense of the wrath of God is harder to bear than any outward afflictions. What then did the Saviour endure in the garden and on the cross, when he bare our sins, and his soul was made a sacrifice to Divine justice for us! Whatever burden of affliction, in body or estate, God is pleased to lay upon us, we may well submit to it as long as he continues to us the use of our reason, and the peace of our conscience; but if either of these is disturbed, our case is very pitiable. Job reflects upon his friends for their censures. He complains he had nothing offered for his relief, but what was in itself tasteless, loathsome, and burdensome.

Chapter 6 Eliphaz concluded his discourse with an air of assurance; very confident he was that what he had said was so plain and so pertinent that nothing could be objected in answer to it. But, though he that is first in his own cause seems just, yet his neighbour comes and searches him. Job is not convinced by all he had said, but still justifies himself in his complaints and condemns him for the weakness of his arguing. I. He shows that he had just cause to complain as he did of his troubles, and so it would appear to any impartial judge (v. 2-7). II. He continues his passionate wish that he might speedily be cut off by the stroke of death, and so be eased of all his miseries (v. 8–13). III. He reproves his friends for their uncharitable censures of him and their unkind treatment (v. 14–30). It must be owned that Job, in all this, spoke much that was reasonable, but with a mixture of passion and human infirmity. And in this contest, as indeed in most contests, there was fault on both sides.Verses 1-7 Eliphaz, in the beginning of his discourse, had been very sharp upon Job, and yet it does not appear that Job gave him any interruption, but heard him patiently till he had said all he had to say. Those that would make an impartial judgment of a discourse must hear it out, and take it entire. But, when he had concluded, he makes his reply, in which he speaks very feelingly.I. He represents his calamity, in general, as much heavier than either he had expressed it or they had apprehended it, v. 2, 3. He could not fully describe it; they would not fully apprehend it, or at least would not own that they did; and therefore he would gladly appeal to a third person, who had just weights and just balances with which to weigh his grief and calamity, and would do it with an impartial hand. He wished that they would set his grief and all the expressions of it in one scale, his calamity and all the particulars of it in the other, and (though he would not altogether justify himself in his grief) they would find (as he says, ch. 23:2) that his stroke was heavier than his groaning; for, whatever his grief was, his calamity was heavier than the sand of the sea: it was complicated, it was aggravated, every grievance weighty, and all together numerous as the sand. "Therefore (says he) my words are swallowed up;" that is, "Therefore you must excuse both the brokenness and the bitterness of my expressions. Do not think it strange if my speech be not so fine and polite as that of an eloquent orator, or so grave and regular as that of a morose philosopher: no, in these circumstances I can pretend neither to the one nor to the other; my words are, as I am, quite swallowed up." Now, 1. He hereby complains of it as his unhappiness that his friends undertook to administer spiritual physic to him before they thoroughly understood his case and knew the worst of it. It is seldom that those who are at ease themselves rightly weigh the afflictions of the afflicted. Every one feels most from his own burden; few feel from other people’s. 2. He excuses the passionate expressions he had used when he cursed his day. Though he could not himself justify all he had said, yet he thought his friends should not thus violently condemn it, for really the case was extraordinary, and that might be connived at in such a man of sorrows as he now was which in any common grief would by no means be allowed. 3. He bespeaks the charitable and compassionate sympathy of his friends with him, and hopes, by representing the greatness of his calamity, to bring them to a better temper towards him. To those that are pained it is some ease to be pitied.II. He complains of the trouble and terror of mind he was in as the sorest part of his calamity, v. 4. Herein he was a type of Christ, who, in his sufferings, complained most of the sufferings of his soul. Now is my soul troubled, Jn. 12:27. My soul is exceedingly sorrowful, Mt. 26:38. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Mt. 27:46. Poor Job sadly complains here, 1. Of what he felt The arrows of the Almighty are within me.

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