Job 7

Introduction

Job 7 continues Job's first response, but the audience shifts. In chapter 6, Job addressed his friends. In chapter 7, he turns to God — and the result is one of the most startling prayers in the Bible. Job describes human life as forced labor, a conscription with no discharge. His nights are torment, his flesh is clothed with worms, his days vanish like a weaver's shuttle. Then, in a daring theological move, he takes the language of Psalm 8:4 — "What is man that you are mindful of him?" — and inverts it. Where the psalmist marvels at God's gracious attention to humanity, Job asks why God will not leave him alone. God's attention, for Job, is not a blessing but a relentless surveillance that turns even sleep into a nightmare.

The chapter climaxes with Job's most direct accusation yet: "If I have sinned, what have I done to you, O watcher of mankind? Why have you made me your target?" This is not atheism — Job addresses God directly, personally, intimately. It is the prayer of a man who believes in God absolutely and cannot understand why that God has turned against him. The chapter ends with an ultimatum dressed as a plea: forgive me or lose me, because soon I will be dead, and then you will search for me and I will be gone.


Life as Forced Labor (vv. 1--6)

1 "Is not man consigned to labor on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired hand? 2 Like a slave he longs for shade; like a hireling he waits for his wages. 3 So I am allotted months of futility, and nights of misery are appointed to me. 4 When I lie down I think: 'When will I get up?' But the night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn. 5 My flesh is clothed with worms and encrusted with dirt; my skin is cracked and festering. 6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle; they come to an end without hope.

1 Has not man a hard service on earth, and are not his days like the days of a hired hand? 2 Like a slave who longs for the shadow, and like a hired worker who waits for his wages, 3 so I am allotted months of emptiness, and nights of misery are apportioned to me. 4 When I lie down I say, "When shall I arise?" But the night is long, and I am full of tossing until the dawn. 5 My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh. 6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle and come to their end without hope.

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A Prayer to Be Left Alone (vv. 7--11)

7 Remember that my life is but a breath. My eyes will never again see happiness. 8 The eye that beholds me will no longer see me. You will look for me, but I will be no more. 9 As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so he who goes down to Sheol does not come back up. 10 He never returns to his house; his place remembers him no more. 11 Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

7 Remember that my life is a breath; my eye will never again see good. 8 The eye of him who sees me will behold me no more; while your eyes are upon me, I shall be gone. 9 As the cloud fades and vanishes, so he who goes down to Sheol does not come up; 10 he returns no more to his house, nor does his place know him anymore. 11 Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

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God the Relentless Watcher (vv. 12--21)

12 Am I the sea, or the monster of the deep, that You must keep me under guard? 13 When I think my bed will comfort me and my couch will ease my complaint, 14 then You frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions, 15 so that I would prefer strangling and death over my life in this body. 16 I loathe my life! I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath. 17 What is man that You should exalt him, that You should set Your heart upon him, 18 that You attend to him every morning, and test him every moment? 19 Will You never look away from me, or leave me alone to swallow my spittle? 20 If I have sinned, what have I done to You, O watcher of mankind? Why have You made me Your target, so that I am a burden to You? 21 Why do You not pardon my transgression and take away my iniquity? For soon I will lie down in the dust; You will seek me, but I will be no more."

12 Am I the sea, or a sea monster, that you set a guard over me? 13 When I say, "My bed will comfort me, my couch will ease my complaint," 14 then you scare me with dreams and terrify me with visions, 15 so that I would choose strangling and death rather than my bones. 16 I loathe my life; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are a breath. 17 What is man, that you make so much of him, and that you set your heart on him, 18 visit him every morning, and test him every moment? 19 How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow my spit? 20 If I sin, what do I do to you, O watcher of mankind? Why have you made me your mark? Why have I become a burden to you? 21 Why do you not pardon my transgression and take away my iniquity? For now I shall lie in the dust; you will seek me, but I shall not be."

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