Earlier this week I
started studying Job and ironically, on a very small scale compared to what Job
endured I came down with this dreaded flu/plague that has been running rampant
this year. I had plenty of agonizing time being sick to off and on think about
Job and I'm still thinking about Him because I'm still not over this awful flu.
Just when I think I'm getting better I relapse yet again. As I write this right
now my arms are aching, my fingers going much slower than they normally would.
My back hurts now- a new pain in the kidney location and I just hope and pray
I'm not getting worse in new ways. It's amazing how little else matters around
me when I'm sick. It's just so all consuming being like this. I think of my
family members who have gone through it recently and how they have little kids
to care for, they can't just curl up in bed only getting up to do the bare
minimum, they have to somehow muster up something from somewhere and take care
of their kids too. So much sickness.
Such agony Job
endured- and I lament my much less severe torment. God forgive me, please.
Job 7:1 Is
there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the
days of an hireling?
Job 7:2 As a
servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the
reward of his work:
Job 7:3 So am
I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to
me.
Job 7:4 When I
lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of
tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
Job 7:5 My
flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become
loathsome.
Job 7:6 My
days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
Job 7:7 O
remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
Job 7:8 The
eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and
I am not.
Job 7:9 As the
cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall
come up no more.
Job 7:10 He
shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any
more.
Job 7:11
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.
Job 7:12 Am I
a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
Job 7:13 When
I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
Job 7:14 Then
thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
Job 7:15 So
that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
Job 7:16 I
loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
Job 7:17 What
is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine
heart upon him?
Job 7:18 And
that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment?
Job 7:19 How
long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my
spittle?
Job 7:20 I
have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou
set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
Job 7:21 And
why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now
shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall
not be.
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