Job had turned from speaking to his friends,
finding it to no purpose to reason with them, and here he goes on
to speak to God and himself. He had reminded his friends of their
frailty and mortality (
1 Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble. 2 He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not. 3 And dost thou open thine eyes upon such an one, and bringest me into judgment with thee? 4 Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one. 5 Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months are with thee, thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass; 6 Turn from him, that he may rest, till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.
We are here led to think,
I. Of the original of human life. God is
indeed its great original, for he breathed into man the breath
of life and in him we live; but we date it from our birth, and
thence we must date both its frailty and its pollution. 1. Its
frailty: Man, that is born of a woman, is therefore of
few days,
II. Of the nature of human life: it is a
flower, it is a shadow,
III. Of the shortness and uncertainty of
human life: Man is of few days. Life is here computed, not
by months or years, but by days, for we cannot be sure of any day
but that it may be our last. These days are few, fewer than we
think of, few at the most, in comparison with the days of the first
patriarchs, much more in comparison with the days of eternity, but
much fewer to most, who come short of what we call the age of
man. Man sometimes no sooner comes forth than he is cut
down—comes forth out of the womb than he dies in the
cradle—comes forth into the world and enters into the business of
it than he is hurried away as soon as he has laid his hand to the
plough. If not cut down immediately, yet he flees as a
shadow, and never continues in one stay, in one shape, but the
fashion of it passes away; so does this world, and our life in it,
IV. Of the calamitous state of human life. Man, as he is short-lived, so he is sad-lived. Though he had but a few days to spend here, yet, if he might rejoice in those few, it were well (a short life and a merry one is the boast of some); but it is not so. During these few days he is full of trouble, not only troubled, but full of trouble, either toiling or fretting, grieving or fearing. No day passes without some vexation, some hurry, some disorder or other. Those that are fond of the world shall have enough of it. He is satur tremore—full of commotion. The fewness of his days creates him a continual trouble and uneasiness in expectation of the period of them, and he always hangs in doubt of his life. Yet, since man's days are so full of trouble, it is well that they are few, that the soul's imprisonment in the body, and banishment from the Lord, are not perpetual, are not long. When we come to heaven our days will be many, and perfectly free from trouble, and in the mean time faith, hope, and love, balance the present grievances.
V. Of the sinfulness of human life, arising
from the sinfulness of the human nature. So some understand that
question (
VI. Of the settled period of human life,
1. Three things we are here assured of:—
(1.) That our life will come to an end; our days upon earth are not
numberless, are not endless, no, they are numbered, and will soon
be finished,
2. These considerations Job here urges as
reasons, (1.) Why God should not be so strict in taking cognizance
of him and of his slips and failings (
7 For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease. 8 Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground; 9 Yet through the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth boughs like a plant. 10 But man dieth, and wasteth away: yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he? 11 As the waters fail from the sea, and the flood decayeth and drieth up: 12 So man lieth down, and riseth not: till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be raised out of their sleep. 13 O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me! 14 If a man die, shall he live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come. 15 Thou shalt call, and I will answer thee: thou wilt have a desire to the work of thine hands.
We have seen what Job has to say concerning life; let us now see what he has to say concerning death, which his thoughts were very much conversant with, now that he was sick and sore. It is not unseasonable, when we are in health, to think of dying; but it is an inexcusable incogitancy if, when we are already taken into the custody of death's messengers, we look upon it as a thing at a distance. Job had already shown that death will come, and that its hour is already fixed. Now here he shows,
I. That death is a removal for ever out of
this world. This he had spoken of before (
1. A man cut down by death will not revive
again, as a tree cut down will. What hope there is of a tree he
shows very elegantly,
2. A man laid down in the grave will not
rise up again,
II. That yet there will be a return of man
to life again in another world, at the end of time, when the
heavens are no more. Then they shall awake and be
raised out of their sleep. The resurrection of the dead was
doubtless an article of Job's creed, as appears,
1. A humble petition for a hiding-place in
the grave,
2. A holy resolution patiently to attend
the will of God both in his death and his resurrection (
3. A joyful expectation of bliss and
satisfaction in this (
16 For now thou numberest my steps: dost thou not watch over my sin? 17 My transgression is sealed up in a bag, and thou sewest up mine iniquity. 18 And surely the mountain falling cometh to nought, and the rock is removed out of his place. 19 The waters wear the stones: thou washest away the things which grow out of the dust of the earth; and thou destroyest the hope of man. 20 Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth: thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away. 21 His sons come to honour, and he knoweth it not; and they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them. 22 But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.
Job here returns to his complaints; and, though he is not without hope of future bliss, he finds it very hard to get over his present grievances.
I. He complains of the particular hardships
he apprehended himself under from the strictness of God's justice,
II. He complains of the wasting condition
of mankind in general. We live in a dying world. Who knows the
power of God's anger, by which we are consumed and troubled, and in
which all our days are passed away? See
1. We see the decays of the earth itself.
(1.) Of the strongest parts of it,
2. No marvel then if we see the decays of
man upon the earth, for he is of the earth, earthy. Job begins to
think his case is not singular, and therefore he ought to reconcile
himself to the common lot. We perceive by many instances, (1.) How
vain it is to expect much from the enjoyments of life: "Thou
destroyest the hope of man," that is, "puttest an end to all
the projects he had framed and all the prospects of satisfaction he
had flattered himself with." Death will be the destruction of all
those hopes which are built upon worldly confidences and confined
to worldly comforts. Hope in Christ, and hope in heaven, death will
consummate and not destroy. (2.) How vain it is to struggle against
the assaults of death (