Can you imagine? -|- Job 7

Can you imagine the kind of pain that cripples an upright Godly man since life-saving spine and skull surgeries, which reduces him to a shell of his former, God-created self?

Can you imagine a spinal birth defect, missing part of the C1 spine at the base of the skull?

Can you relate to a lifetime of relentless inescapable neck pain and horrible headaches or migraines, every day, from waking until bed?

Can you imagine being blessed with a long, happy marriage, and four beautiful perfect children, however almost every moment, all days, all nights, under the evil influence of pain?

Can you imagine a pain so constant, crippling, and chronic?

A spinal, neck, and head pain, that is ALWAYS part of MOST good, joyful, elated moments for the past 25 years?

You just read part of my true story.

Because of my life’s pain, suffering, and loss, I can empathize with my brother Job. I am sympathetic, completely with the book of Job, and I know God, in part, wrote it for me.

We all suffer, but we do not have to do it alone. Pray. Encourage. Read God’s word. Pray some more.

Your life will change!

God is the God of life. “I AM WHO I AM”

The amazing apostle Paul suffered too!

Job’s body had become loathsome, and he suffered intense pain.

The toll of loss, suffering, chaos, evil friends and painful torture from satanic forces have Job smeared into the dust.

In the first part of this chapter, Job justifies himself in his desire for death, and, in the latter part of it,

HE TURNS TO GOD IN PRAYER. (Where all Answers, wisdom and peace do for ever hail!


Open your Bible to:

Job 7:1-10

“Is there not warfare for man upon earth?

And are not his days like the days of a hireling?

As a servant that earnestly desireth the shadow,

And as a hireling that looketh for his wages:

So am I made to possess months of misery,

And wearisome nights are appointed to me.

When I lie down, I say,

When shall I arise, and the night is gone?

And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust;

My skin closeth up and breaketh out afresh.

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,

And are spent without hope.

Oh remember that my life is a breath:

Mine eye shall no more see good.

The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more;

Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.

As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away,

So he that goeth down to Sheol shall come up no more.

He shall return no more to his house,

Neither shall his place know him anymore.”

Verse 11


“Therefore I will not refrain my mouth;

I will speak in the anguish of my spirit;

I will complain in the bitterness of my soul

Am I a sea, or a sea monster,

That thou settest a watch over me?

When I say, My bed shall comfort me,

My couch shall ease my complaint;

Then thou scarest me with dreams,

And terrified me through visions:

So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than these my bones.

I loathe my life; I would not live always:

Let me alone, for my days are vanity.”

The recurrence of the word `thou’ (Job 7:12,14) indicates that we have a prayer here in which Job pours out the bitterness of his complaint to God Himself. The terrible dreams and nightmares that came to Job are thought by some to have been characteristic of the disease of Elephantiasis. This may nor may not have been the case.

Verse 17


“What is the man that thou shouldest magnify him,

That thou shouldest set thy mind upon him?

And that thou shouldest visit him every morning,

And try him every moment.

How long wilt thou not look away from me,

Nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

If 50have sinned, what do I unto thee,

O thou watcher of men?

Why hast thou set me as a mark for thee,

So that I am a burden to myself?.

And why dost thou not pardon my transgression,

And take away mine iniquity?

For now, shall I lie down in the dust;

And thou shalt seek me diligently, but I shall not be.”


“Once again the angry questions pour out. Why, why, why?”

“What is man … that thou shouldest set thy mind against him” (Job 7:17). “

The job here demands to know why God concerns himself to interfere with so insignificant a being as a man.”

“The language of Job 7:17 is too much like Psalms 8 to be a coincidence, and some think that Job was twisting the Psalm into a parody”; but we reject this as absolutely impossible of any proof. It is far more likely that the author of the Psalm was changing the expression from what he read in Job. Besides that, the resemblance of the two passages might very well be pure coincidence.

“Till I swallow down my spittle” (Job 7:19).

“This is a figurative expression with the meaning of a mere moment.'”

A similar rude proverb from West Texas is, “time to spit on his hands.”

Open your Bible to:

2 Corinthians 11

Thrice was I beaten with rods, once was I stoned, thrice I suffered shipwreck, a night and a day have I been in the deep; in journeyings often, in perils of rivers, in perils of robbers, in perils from my countrymen, in perils from the Gentiles, in perils in the city, in perils in the wilderness, in perils in the sea, in perils among false brethren; in labor and travail, in watchings often, in hunger and thirst, in fastings, in cold and nakedness. Besides those things that are without, there is that which presseth upon me daily, anxiety for all the churches. Who is weak, and I am not weak? who is caused to stumble, and I burn not? If I must need glory, I will glory of the things that concern my weakness. The God and Father of the Lord Jesus, he who is blessed for evermore knoweth that I lie not.

2 Corinthians 11 ASV

Verse 31

“The GOD AND FATHER OF OUR LORD JESUS, he who is blessed forevermore KNOWS THAT I LIE NOT.”

Recalling what he had just written, the list seemed almost unbelievable, even to Paul; and the sheer size and significance of it led him to affirm in these most solemn words the absolute truth of every syllable of it. This verse, like the one before it, “must be understood as applicable to all that Paul had said or was about to say.”[53]

[53] J. W. McGarvey, op. cit., p. 234.


May the Lord bless the teaching of His Inspired Word!

Eric Lee Gardner

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