Giobbe 7:7

7 Ricordati che la mia vita è un vento, Che l’occhio mio non tornerà più a vedere il bene.

Giobbe 7:7 Meaning and Commentary

Job 7:7

O remember that my life [is] wind
Or, "breath" F3; man's life is in his breath, and that breath is in his nostrils, and therefore not to be accounted of, or depended on; man appears by this to be a poor frail creature, whose life, with respect to himself, is very precarious and uncertain; it is but as a "vapour", an air bubble, full of wind, easily broken and dissipated, and soon vanishes away; it is like the "wind", noisy and blusterous, full of stir and tumult, and, like that, swiftly passes and sweeps away, and returns not again: this is an address to God; and so some F4 supply it, "O God", or "O Lord, remember" not that forgetfulness is in God, or that he needs to be reminded of anything; but he may seem to forget the frailty of man when he lays his hand heavy on him; and may be said to be mindful of it when he mercifully takes it off: what Job here prays for, the Lord often does, as he did with respect to the Israelites, ( Psalms 78:39 ) ;

mine eye shall no more see good:
meaning not spiritual and eternal good, here and hereafter; he knew he should, after this life, see his living Redeemer even with the eyes of his body, when raised again; that he should see him as he is, not through a glass, darkly, but face to face, in all his glory; and that for himself, and not another, and even see and enjoy things he had never seen before: but his sense is, that he should see or enjoy no more temporal good; either in this world, being without hope of any, or in the grave, whither he was going and would shortly be; and therefore entreats that some mercy might be shown him while he lived; to which sense the following words incline.


FOOTNOTES:

F3 (xwr) "hali us", Cocceius, Michaelis.
F4 So Beza, Vatablus, Drusius, Michaelis.

Giobbe 7:7 In-Context

5 La mia carne è rivestita di vermini, e di gromma di terra; La mia pelle si schianta, e si disfa.
6 I miei giorni son passati via più leggermente che la spola del tessitore, E son venuti meno senza speranza.
7 Ricordati che la mia vita è un vento, Che l’occhio mio non tornerà più a vedere il bene.
8 L’occhio di chi mi vede non mi riguarderà più; Se tu rivolgi gli occhi verso me, io non sarò più.
9 Come la nuvola si dilegua, e se ne va via; Così chi scende nel sepolcro non ne salirà più fuori.
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