Friday, March 13, 2015

My grief is not asswaged

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(The views expressed in this blog are my own and should not be taken as inspired in any way.)
Job 16:6–16, “Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased? But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company. And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face. He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me. They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me. God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked. I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark. His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground. He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant. I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust. My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;”

Job hoped that he would be able to find comfort from speaking to his friends but this didn’t happen. He couldn’t even find comfort from speaking to the Lord. The pain continued and there was no relief from his troubles. Not only did the Lord seem to cause him more grief, his enemies attacked him without mercy. The Lord had given him over to the ungodly and they took advantage of his pain and anguish. He wept in his sorrow but things just seemed to get worse day by day.

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