Job 7:7

7 Oh, Dios, recuerda que mi vida es apenas un suspiro,
y nunca más volveré a ser feliz.

Job 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.

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FOOTNOTES:

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

Job 7:7 In-Context

5 Mi cuerpo está cubierto de gusanos y de costras;
se me abre la piel y supura pus.

6 Job clama a Dios
»Mis días pasan más rápido que la lanzadera de un telar
y terminan sin esperanza.

7 Oh, Dios, recuerda que mi vida es apenas un suspiro,
y nunca más volveré a ser feliz.

8 Ahora me ves, pero no será por mucho tiempo;
me buscarás, pero ya me habré ido.

9 Así como las nubes se disipan y se desvanecen,
los que mueren
ya no volverán.