Job 19: Metaphors ‘r’ Us.
Job Part 19 of 42
1 Then Job answered,
2 “How long will you torment me,
and crush me with words?
Oh Jobbie, Jobbie, Jobbie! When will you ever learn? You sound so desperate. You’re like a lovesick teenager pining over a lost love. Give it up dude. Get over it. Get on with your life.
3 You have reproached me ten times.
You aren’t ashamed that you attack me.
4 If it is true that I have erred,
my error remains with myself.
5 If indeed you will magnify yourselves against me,
and plead against me my reproach;
6 know now that God has subverted me,
and has surrounded me with his net.
7 “Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard.
I cry for help, but there is no justice.
That’s prayer for you.
8 He has walled up my way so that I can’t pass,
and has set darkness in my paths.
9 He has stripped me of my glory,
and taken the crown from my head.
10 He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone.
My hope he has plucked up like a tree.
11 He has also kindled his wrath against me.
He counts me among his adversaries.
12 His troops come on together,
build a siege ramp against me,
and encamp around my tent.
Is this some kind of competition to see how many ways you can make a metaphor out of one simple problem?
13 “He has put my brothers far from me.
My acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.
14 My relatives have gone away.
My familiar friends have forgotten me.
15 Those who dwell in my house, and my maids, count me for a stranger.
I am an alien in their sight.
16 I call to my servant, and he gives me no answer.
I beg him with my mouth.
17 My breath is offensive to my wife.
I am loathsome to the children of my own mother.
18 Even young children despise me.
If I arise, they speak against me.
Watch out they don’t call you ‘old baldy’.
19 All my familiar friends abhor me.
They whom I loved have turned against me.
Loved as in past tense? Why did you stop loving them?
20 My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh.
I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
21 “Have pity on me, have pity on me, you my friends;
What friends? You’ve just said you don’t have any.
for the hand of God has touched me.
22 Why do you persecute me as God,
and are not satisfied with my flesh?
23 “Oh that my words were now written!
Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
It looks like they are. But then, you wouldn’t know that.
24 That with an iron pen and lead
they were engraved in the rock forever!
25 But as for me, I know that my Redeemer lives.
In the end, he will stand upon the earth.
26 After my skin is destroyed,
then in my flesh shall I see God,
27 Whom I, even I, shall see on my side.
My eyes shall see, and not as a stranger.
“My heart is consumed within me.
28 If you say, ‘How we will persecute him!’
because the root of the matter is found in me,
29 be afraid of the sword,
for wrath brings the punishments of the sword,
that you may know there is a judgment.”
Please say you’re finished with the crybaby routine. Please?