Job 16

Introduction

Job 16 is the first part of Job's reply to Eliphaz's second speech (chapter 15), forming part of the second cycle of dialogue. Where Eliphaz had become harsher — accusing Job of undermining the fear of God and claiming that the wicked are tormented by their own conscience — Job fires back with some of the most visceral and emotionally raw language in the entire book. He dismisses his friends as "miserable comforters" (a phrase that has become proverbial), then turns to a harrowing description of what God has done to him, using images of a predatory animal, a warrior, and an archer.

Yet at the chapter's lowest point, something extraordinary happens. Out of the depths of his suffering, Job makes a startling declaration: he has a "witness in heaven," an "advocate on high" (v. 19). This is a significant development in Job's theology. Earlier he had longed for an arbiter between himself and God (9:33); now he affirms that such a figure exists. Christians have traditionally seen in this a foreshadowing of Christ as the heavenly mediator (1 Timothy 2:5, Hebrews 7:25). The chapter moves from bitter complaint to a fragile but real hope that transcends his immediate suffering.


Job Rebukes His Friends (vv. 1–5)

1 Then Job answered: 2 "I have heard many things like these; miserable comforters are you all. 3 Is there no end to your long-winded speeches? What provokes you to continue testifying? 4 I could also speak like you if you were in my place; I could heap up words against you and shake my head at you. 5 But I would encourage you with my mouth, and the consolation of my lips would bring relief.

1 Then Job answered: 2 "I have heard many things like these; comforters of misery, all of you! 3 Is there no end to these windy words? What compels you to keep answering? 4 I too could speak as you do, if you were in my place — I could string words together against you and wag my head at you. 5 But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the comfort of my lips would ease your pain.

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God Has Shattered Him (vv. 6–14)

6 Even if I speak, my pain is not relieved, and if I hold back, how will it go away? 7 Surely He has now exhausted me; You have devastated all my family. 8 You have bound me, and it has become a witness; my frailty rises up and testifies against me. 9 His anger has torn me and opposed me; He gnashes His teeth at me. My adversary pierces me with His eyes. 10 They open their mouths against me and strike my cheeks with contempt; they join together against me. 11 God has delivered me to unjust men; He has thrown me to the clutches of the wicked. 12 I was at ease, but He shattered me; He seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has set me up as His target; 13 His archers surround me. He pierces my kidneys without mercy and spills my gall on the ground. 14 He breaks me with wound upon wound; He rushes me like a mighty warrior.

6 Even if I speak, my pain is not relieved, and if I hold back, what relief do I have? 7 But now He has worn me out; You have laid waste to my entire household. 8 You have shriveled me up — it has become a witness; my wasting away rises up and testifies against me to my face. 9 His anger has torn at me and he hounds me; He gnashes His teeth at me. My adversary sharpens his eyes against me. 10 They gape at me with open mouths; they strike my cheeks in contempt; they mass together against me. 11 God has handed me over to the unjust and cast me into the hands of the wicked. 12 I was at peace, but He shattered me; He seized me by the neck and dashed me to pieces. He set me up as His target — 13 His archers surround me. He slashes open my kidneys without mercy and pours out my bile on the ground. 14 He breaches me, breach upon breach; He charges at me like a warrior.

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Mourning and Innocence (vv. 15–17)

15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin; I have buried my horn in the dust. 16 My face is red with weeping, and deep shadows ring my eyes; 17 yet my hands are free of violence and my prayer is pure.

15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin and thrust my horn into the dust. 16 My face is inflamed from weeping, and on my eyelids lies the shadow of death; 17 yet there is no violence on my hands, and my prayer is pure.

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A Witness in Heaven (vv. 18–22)

18 O earth, do not cover my blood; may my cry for help never be laid to rest. 19 Even now my witness is in heaven, and my advocate is on high. 20 My friends are my scoffers as my eyes pour out tears to God. 21 Oh, that a man might plead with God as he pleads with his neighbor! 22 For when only a few years are past I will go the way of no return.

18 O earth, do not cover my blood, and let there be no resting place for my cry! 19 Even now — look! — my witness is in heaven, and the one who testifies for me is on high. 20 My friends scorn me; my eye weeps to God, 21 that He would argue the case of a man with God, as a human being does for his neighbor. 22 For the years that can be counted are coming, and I will go the path from which I will not return.

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