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Job 7



Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?

Job speaks.  It seems he speaking to God out of frustrations.  His question here is when will my life be over?  Does man have a programmed time to leave earth?   A person can be paid for a job, being a substitute, when the person who actually works for the job took off for the day.  For example a substitute teacher is not the teacher, but steps in when the certified teacher misses a day or days of work; so is the hireling. Job is tired; children dead, posssession all gone all in a day.  Then his physical body is struck down with a deplorable sickness, wife suggest what he could do to die, and now his friends come along and tell him, you are the blame for all that has gone wrong in your life.

As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:

As a worker who anticipates the time to get off and as a person who is waiting to be paid:

So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me. 

Months has gone by.  Job is distressed.  Job says he is made to endure a pointless, and has wasted time that is now his fate; and Job has no clue why.

When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

Job says, I am in pain all day and when I am ready to sleep, I toss all night.  The enemy means to bring Job to one place and that is to curse God.  I can only imagine that Satan is stopping by every once in awhile to check on Job awaiting his mouth to speak against God.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

Job's body seems to be decaying.  He further describes his state of being as a man weaving a garment and runs out of materials needed to finish it after toiling all day to complete the garment.

O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

Job says Lord, my life is but a breath and the way I feel now, I will never see good times again.

The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.

Anybody that knows me will know that I am dead.  God eye is upon me and although God sees me, it feels that I am ignored.  Or is Job saying, those who once knew my glory days would not recognize me if they saw me now: even God knows I exist, but He does not seem to pay me any attention?

As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.

10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

Job describes death the way he understands it.  To live without God is dreadful.  When I read Job's response here, I think of what it could be if God was suddenly gone from my life.  Not being able to pick up my bible and read what I can to become closer to God, would be my definition of absolutely no reason to live.  A life without the Word of God is no life at all.

11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

Job says, I am complaining from the pain of my spirit and I am bitter from the dept of my what makes me who I am because none of what I am going through makes sense to me.

12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?

13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaints;

14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:

15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.

16 I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.

Job says it seems every move he makes is seen.  He says as the sea, that cannot be hid because of how big it is, so is his every move.  I am visible and nothing good is happening to me.  If I thought of something good, it becomes vain or painful.  The life I now know, I do not want, Lord let me not live.

17 What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?

18 And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment?

Why do you allow man to live?  Why did you make man?  Many ask this question and we have no clue to what it is to be as Job.  If man means so much to you, then why is man treated as I am?

19 How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

Lord, how long will you ignore me.  Why not allow me to choke?

20 I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?

Job says I have sinned.  I am sure Eliphez feels he is on to something now.  Job further asks God, what shall I do to you who preserves man?  Even now, Job knows God is who he is a preserver of man. Job says why do you have a spot that I cannot come close to you because it is blocked off?  Job longs for the presence of God.  Lord, where are you?  Why can't I come close to you?  This is a man who is tired, but a man who also loves his God.

21 And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.

Job thinks he has convinced God to let him die.  Job says forgive me for the things I said and let me die.  For I know I have broken my covenant now.  Job thought that what he deemed as being honest in how he felt was enough to make God make his move to remove him from life. God allows Job to speak.  God hears every word Job said.  Even at our lowest point in life, God takes pleasure in knowing we are at our wits end when, we are wrong but he wants man to constantly seek him and not walk away and turn to man for a solution for what we does not understand. 


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Job 7



There are times

I complained

There are times

I didn’t understand 


But never in those times

I found my answer in man


For God 

He allowed me

To say what was in my heart

He never scolded me

He listened right from the start

And he said pour out you heart to  only Me….


 

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