Hiob 7

1 Muß nicht der Mensch immer im Streit sein auf Erden, und sind seine Tage nicht wie eines Tagelöhners?
2 Wie ein Knecht sich sehnt nach dem Schatten und ein Tagelöhner, daß seine Arbeit aus sei,
3 also habe ich wohl ganze Monden vergeblich gearbeitet, und elender Nächte sind mir viel geworden.
4 Wenn ich mich legte, sprach ich: Wann werde ich aufstehen? Und der Abend ward mir lang; ich wälzte mich und wurde des satt bis zur Dämmerung.
5 Mein Fleisch ist um und um wurmig und knotig; meine Haut ist verschrumpft und zunichte geworden.
6 Meine Tage sind leichter dahingeflogen denn die Weberspule und sind vergangen, daß kein Aufhalten dagewesen ist.
7 Gedenke, daß mein Leben ein Wind ist und meine Augen nicht wieder Gutes sehen werden.
8 Und kein lebendiges Auge wird mich mehr schauen; sehen deine Augen nach mir, so bin ich nicht mehr.
9 Eine Wolke vergeht und fährt dahin: also, wer in die Hölle hinunterfährt, kommt nicht wieder herauf
10 und kommt nicht wieder in sein Haus, und sein Ort kennt ihn nicht mehr.
11 Darum will ich auch meinem Munde nicht wehren; ich will reden in der Angst meines Herzens und will klagen in der Betrübnis meiner Seele.
12 Bin ich denn ein Meer oder ein Meerungeheuer, daß du mich so verwahrst?
13 Wenn ich gedachte: Mein Bett soll mich trösten, mein Lager soll mir meinen Jammer erleichtern,
14 so erschrecktest du mich mit Träumen und machtest mir Grauen durch Gesichte,
15 daß meine Seele wünschte erstickt zu sein und meine Gebeine den Tod.
16 Ich begehre nicht mehr zu leben. Laß ab von mir, denn meine Tage sind eitel.
17 Was ist ein Mensch, daß du ihn groß achtest und bekümmerst dich um ihn?
18 Du suchst ihn täglich heim und versuchst ihn alle Stunden.
19 Warum tust du dich nicht von mir und lässest mich nicht, bis ich nur meinen Speichel schlinge?
20 Habe ich gesündigt, was tue ich dir damit, o du Menschenhüter? Warum machst du mich zum Ziel deiner Anläufe, daß ich mir selbst eine Last bin?
21 Und warum vergibst du mir meine Missetat nicht und nimmst weg meine Sünde? Denn nun werde ich mich in die Erde legen, und wenn du mich morgen suchst, werde ich nicht da sein.

Hiob 7 Commentary

Chapter 7

Job's troubles. (1-6) Job expostulates with God. (7-16) He begs release. (17-21)

Verses 1-6 Job here excuses what he could not justify, his desire of death. Observe man's present place: he is upon earth. He is yet on earth, not in hell. Is there not a time appointed for his abode here? yes, certainly, and the appointment is made by Him who made us and sent us here. During that, man's life is a warfare, and as day-labourers, who have the work of the day to do in its day, and must make up their account at night. Job had as much reason, he thought, to wish for death, as a poor servant that is tired with his work, has to wish for the shadows of the evening, when he shall go to rest. The sleep of the labouring man is sweet; nor can any rich man take so much satisfaction in his wealth, as the hireling in his day's wages. The comparison is plain; hear his complaint: His days were useless, and had long been so; but when we are not able to work for God, if we sit still quietly for him, we shall be accepted. His nights were restless. Whatever is grievous, it is good to see it appointed for us, and as designed for some holy end. When we have comfortable nights, we must see them also appointed to us, and be thankful for them. His body was noisome. See what vile bodies we have. His life was hastening apace. While we are living, every day, like the shuttle, leaves a thread behind: many weave the spider's web, which will fail, ch. 8:14 . But if, while we live, we live unto the Lord, in works of faith and labours of love, we shall have the benefit, for every man shall reap as he sowed, and wear as he wove.

Verses 7-16 Plain truths as to the shortness and vanity of man's life, and the certainty of death, do us good, when we think and speak of them with application to ourselves. Dying is done but once, and therefore it had need be well done. An error here is past retrieve. Other clouds arise, but the same cloud never returns: so a new generation of men is raised up, but the former generation vanishes away. Glorified saints shall return no more to the cares and sorrows of their houses; nor condemned sinners to the gaieties and pleasures of their houses. It concerns us to secure a better place when we die. From these reasons Job might have drawn a better conclusion than this, I will complain. When we have but a few breaths to draw, we should spend them in the holy, gracious breathings of faith and prayer; not in the noisome, noxious breathings of sin and corruption. We have much reason to pray, that He who keeps Israel, and neither slumbers nor sleeps, may keep us when we slumber and sleep. Job covets to rest in his grave. Doubtless, this was his infirmity; for though a good man would choose death rather than sin, yet he should be content to live as long as God pleases, because life is our opportunity of glorifying him, and preparing for heaven.

Verses 17-21 Job reasons with God concerning his dealings with man. But in the midst of this discourse, Job seems to have lifted up his thoughts to God with some faith and hope. Observe the concern he is in about his sins. The best men have to complain of sin; and the better they are, the more they will complain of it. God is the Preserver of our lives, and the Saviour of the souls of all that believe; but probably Job meant the Observer of men, whose eyes are upon the ways and hearts of all men. We can hide nothing from Him; let us plead guilty before his throne of grace, that we may not be condemned at his judgment-seat. Job maintained, against his friends, that he was not a hypocrite, not a wicked man, yet he owns to his God, that he had sinned. The best must so acknowledge, before the Lord. He seriously inquires how he might be at peace with God, and earnestly begs forgiveness of his sins. He means more than the removing of his outward trouble, and is earnest for the return of God's favour. Wherever the Lord removes the guilt of sin, he breaks the power of sin. To strengthen his prayer for pardon, Job pleads the prospect he had of dying quickly. If my sins be not pardoned while I live, I am lost and undone for ever. How wretched is sinful man without a knowledge of the Saviour!

Chapter Summary

INTRODUCTION TO JOB 7

In this chapter Job goes on to defend himself in an address to God; as that he had reason to complain of his extraordinary afflictions, and wish for death; by observing the common case of mankind, which he illustrates by that of an hireling, Job 7:1; and justifies his eager desire of death by the servant and hireling; the one earnestly desiring the shadow, and the other the reward of his work, Job 7:2; by representing his present state as exceeding deplorable, even worse than that of the servant and hireling, since they had rest at night, when he had none, and were free from pain, whereas he was not, Job 7:3-5; by taking notice of the swiftness and shortness of his days, in which he had no hope of enjoying any good, Job 7:6,7; and so thought his case hard; and the rather, since after death he could enjoy no temporal good: and therefore to be deprived of it while living gave him just reason of complaint, Job 7:8-11; and then he expostulates with God for setting such a strict watch upon him; giving him no ease night nor day, but terrifying him with dreams and visions, which made life disagreeable to him, and death more eligible than that, Job 7:12-16; and represents man as unworthy of the divine regard, and below his notice to bestow favours on him, or to chastise him for doing amiss, Job 7:17,18; and admitting that he himself had sinned, yet he should forgive his iniquity, and not bear so hard upon him, and follow him with one affliction after another without intermission, and make him the butt of his arrows; but should spare him and let him alone, or however take him out of the world, Job 7:19-21.

Hiob 7 Commentaries

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