Job Chapter 10

Well, then, we come to a great lament in the tenth chapter, and I may be very brief with that; for we shall have a great deal of this lament throughout the Book. We have had it already, so there is no need particularly to dwell upon it. My object is not to go into every word, but to give a sufficiently general understanding of the Book of Job. "My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself." He now despaired of getting any sympathy from them. "I will speak in the bitterness of my soul." 'Here I am alone with all my sorrows; here are three dear friends who have not one particle of sympathy with me! no kind of feeling nor compassion for all that I am suffering. They are quite comfortable that they have none of it, and they are quite astonished that I should have any of it; and they think therefore I must be very wicked. It is all false.' "I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; show me wherefore thou contendest with me." That God did; he was answered. "Is it good unto thee that thou shouldst oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked? Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth? Are thy days as the days of man? Are thy years as man's days?" That is, he compares himself to a sort of butterfly broken on the wheel. There is this terrible wheel for malefactors, and he, a mere butterfly, is all broken down - God, in all His uncontrollable power dealing with such a poor, weak man as he; every part of his body throbbing with pain, and full of nerves all on the strain of agony from head to foot, "Thou enquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin."

Job had a perfectly good conscience and therefore he says, 'Where is it; I want to learn where it is and why it is.' "Thou knowest that I am not wicked." That he would say to God; and it was perfectly true. It was not that; it was his own satisfaction in that poor reflection of righteousness which the best of men can have here below in himself, but which is no ground at all to stand on before God. "Thine hands have made me, and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me" - after all the love thou hast shown me. "Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay." He had not made him as an angel; he had not made him as one that was above this kind of suffering. "Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese? Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews. Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit. And these things hast thou hid in thine heart." 'You had that in your heart before I was born. You meant me to come into this, and I do not know why.'

"I know that this is with thee. If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity." He asked to be forgiven if there was anything unknown. "If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head." No, he is thoroughly humble now; at any rate, he was on the way to it. "I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction, for it increaseth." And he uses very ungodly language now. "Thou huntest me as a fierce lion; and again thou showest thyself marvellous upon me. Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increaseth thine indignation upon me; changes and war are against me. Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me! I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave. Are not my days few? Cease then and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness, and the shadow of death." You see how little they entered into the bright future. "A land of darkness, as darkness itself and of the shadow of death, without any order and where the light is as darkness."