Job 14
Job: Humans die and stay dead
Why does God pick on people?
1Humans are so fragile and troubled,So easy to break and quick to die.
2We blossom like a flower
Then wither and die like one, too.
We arrive as an insignificant shadow,
And disappear in a moment.
3Why do you target such a frail creature?
Why do you pick on me like this?
God should stop pestering us
4Who can change a human from sinful to perfect?No one. Humans will be humans. [1]
5You set the date when we're born.
You set the date we die.
You know how many months we live.
You know the minute we’ll die.
6So why don't you leave us alone?
We are your servants.
Let us do our jobs in peace.
Trees live again, people don’t
7A tree has more hope for life than we do.You can cut it down to a stump,
But it can sprout new life from the roots.
8It doesn't matter if the roots grow old.
Or the stump lies rotten in the dirt.
9Just let it catch the scent of water.
Then watch the first buds and branches
Grow into a new tree freshly planted.
The sky will fall before we rise
10But humans die and we bury them low.They die and we wonder where they go.
11Lakes become a dry hole in the ground.
While rivers flow themselves empty.
12Humans die and never come back.
The sky will fall before we rise,
Before we rise to live again.
13I wish to God above you’d hide me deep
In a hole protected from your wrath.
Then when you’re done, set a time to meet.
Don’t leave me abandoned and forgotten.
Bag and bury our sins
14Is it possible?Might humans die and live again?
If so, I’d wait for that day to come.
15Then you’d call me, and I’d come.
You’d want me, the human you made.
16But you wouldn’t want to hound me,
And you wouldn’t obsess about my sins.
17You’ve expunged my sins,
They’re gone for good,
Captured, bagged, and buried.
God destroys our hope
18Mountains crumble.They fall apart.
Rocks in the cliffs give way.
19Water in time erases stone.
Floods carry soil away.
That’s what you do to human beings.
You steal their hope each day. [2]
20You strike them again and again.
And you don’t give up till they’re dead.
Their faces disfigure into someone else,
And you send them on their way.
21Their children grow into honorable people.
But the dead have no idea.
Or their children turn bad and stay that way.
But the dead don’t have a clue.
22The dead feel nothing for anyone else.
All they know and care and grieve
Is the pain of their own death. [3]
Footnotes
A more literal translation of the question: Who can make an unclean person clean? Scholars debate this verse because it doesn’t seem to fit the context of this chapter. Some say it doesn’t belong in the chapter and that perhaps someone wrote a note in the margin of a scroll that later got copied onto the next version of the scroll. (Scrolls wear out and have to be replaced.) Some say they wonder if the point of the verse is that humans are going to sin. But in the context of the surrounding verses, the implied follow up question might be: Why would God bother with insignificant, sinful human beings? Wouldn’t the master of the universe have more important things to do then pick on people like Job?
That’s harsh, even for Job. Some scholars say his animosity toward God is fueled by his visitors who do nothing but judge him guilty, guilty, guilty. This gets to Job because he knows he did nothing wrong and yet it looks to everyone else as though he did something horrible because his tragedies are a parent’s worst case scenario. All God left him was a poor excuse of a wife, who told him to cuss God so God would kill him.
This paraphrase is a guess. It’s unclear what the writer meant. More literally, the verse would read something like this: “The dead feel only their own pain. They grieve for only themselves.” If the writer is talking about feeling bad in the afterlife, he’s the only one in the Old Testament doing so. Many scholars say they don’t take the verse that literally. They seem to take it as a poetic way of describing the dead as cut off from life on earth.
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