Job 7King James Version
Job turns to God directly. Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? Why do you not leave me alone until I swallow my spittle? What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? The bitter parody of Psalm 8 is deliberate.
Job continues his response. He turns from the friends to address God directly. Human life is a hard service, like a hired laborer counting the days. He describes his nights of torment: tossing until dawn, days passing without hope. He asks why God watches humanity so closely, as if humans were a threat. He asks God to look away, to let him alone. His complaint is raw and specific: I will not keep silent.
Job turns his lament directly toward God, asking not for an answer but for space: why are you watching me so closely when I am already broken?
17: "What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?" Job inverts Psalm 8's wonder at divine attention into a complaint: the same watchful God who Psalm 8 celebrates feels, to Job, like surveillance.
Job describes the nights in physical detail: flesh clothed with worms and clods of dust, skin cracked and run again. This is the same man who sat in ashes in chapter 2. Weeks or months have passed. His body is deteriorating. His insomnia is not metaphor but physiology. The ancient near east knew nothing of germ theory; Job's disease was visible judgment to everyone watching.
Job addresses God directly in this chapter. The friends recede as Job's focus shifts from human audience to divine.
Job uses the phrase "what is man?" which echoes Psalm 8, but in the opposite direction. Psalm 8 marvels at God's care for humans. Job asks it as a complaint about being watched too closely. The book is not afraid to let the same truth sound like different things from different positions.
For when you are lying awake and you feel observed but not helped. Job is not asking for God to leave forever; he is asking for one night of peace. Even in his complaint he assumes God is there.
1Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?
2As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:
3So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4When 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.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
8The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
9As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
10He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
11Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
13When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
14Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
15So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
16I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
17What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
18And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment?
19How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
20I 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?
21And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.