Job’s suffering may be well towards the extreme end of most people’s, but he’s not a robot. He may have given us the cliche about the ‘patience of Job’ but here we get all the emotion you would expect from anyone in his situation, except expressed with perhaps less swearing and a lot more eloquence.
He curses the day he was born like Jeremiah did, with all sorts of memorable language about darkness obliterating the day on the calendar. He envies stillborn babies their peace, envisaging them in the ground with Kings and princes, freed from concerns about their material gains or losses.
Life means nothing to him: ‘to .’
In that moment he would be an advocate for both abortion and euthanasia, and they are certainly questions that still animate us today.
This is not cursing God. He curses when life came to him, every step of the process from conception to first breath, and he curses that life continues. The place he will not go is to say God got it wrong, to despise God.
I never realised that classic Christian song, I’ve sung it 100 times, ‘blessed be the name’ came from Job. Back in chapter 1, ‘The may ‘
I hope my kids will be alright, I hope I’ll get a job, but the are no guarantees, it’s not how God works. Jeremiah’s misery came directly from his obedience to God’s word. No promises of an easy life.