The congregation hypocrites create, Of flocks and herds, of children and estate; Shall burn to ashes haunts of bribery; And bring forth vanity by telling lies. CHAPTER X. JOB'S SECOND REPLY TO ELIPHAZ. THIS speech of Job, in answer to Eliphaz, is replete with language of complaint, bitterness, and distress. Eliphaz had, in a former speech, spoken with tenderness, graciousness, and consideration; but in his last speech, to which Job now replies, he is very severe. He implies that Job is unmistakably a very wicked man, incorrigible, and past finding favor with God. Job was a Sheik, or Emir, a judge, or magistrate at the head of a tribe. Eliphaz intimates that he was guilty of bribery, and that he would be entirely destroyed. He speaks in the third person, but unquestionably refers to Job. This was very provoking to the patriarch, and called forth a powerful reply. He says to his three friends that it is easy to speak as they had done; that if they were to change places, he could use similar language respecting them, but would not; that he would rather comfort them. He describes his sorrows in touching and graphic language. He declares that God has made him weary, filled him with wrinkles, torn him in his wrath, delivered him to the ungodly, surprised him when at ease, compassed him about, and rushed on him like a giant. He felt that he did not deserve such treatment; that his life was innocent, and his prayers pure. Driven to desperation through suffering, and the reproaches of his pretended friends, he appeals to the earth not to cover his blood, but disclose his wrongs, and begs that his blood might cry out from the ground in attestation of his innocence. He desires to plead his cause before God, that he might obtain justice from one who could appreciate him, and not deride him, and reproach him, like his friends. He intimates that soon this unnatural warfare will be over, and he shall go to the land of shades, to sleep in peace. He complains bitterly of his friends, and says that mockers are with him, whose hearts God had hid from understanding, and who could never be exalted. Although now a by-word, yet, he declares that the time would come, when upright men would be astonished at his fate; would wonder at his afflictions, the treachery, and cruelty of his friends, and the neglect of God to vindicate him. He proclaims it as a great truth that the righteous should hold on his way, but that amongst all his friends not one wise man was found. He looks to the grave as the only termination of his calamities. He was ready to call corruption his father, and the worm his sister, and mother. They were his best friends, and would receive him with joy, and give him rest. Then Job replied, with deep emotions stirred, Instead of friends in time of special need, Your bitter speech afflicts my wounded soul. With gentle words would much assuage your grief. If I forbear in nothing I am eased. If I attempt to clear myself from blame, Drawn up with pain, no balm doth yet assuage, As eyes of lions throw their fiery blaze. With gaping mouths, like savage beasts that spring, They come together, and revile me long. And God my soul hath made for righteous ends, To be the captive of ungodly friends. A prisoner also to his just commands, He's hurled me headlong into wicked hands. I dwelt at ease before this dreadful stroke, In streams of gore upon the thirsty ground. And runneth on me like a giant armed. I've sewed the sackcloth on my broken skin, In mournful token of my chastened sin. |