Chapter 18 . Bildad Speaks; Job be sensible, you are treating us as though we were animals. While at the same time you are tearing yourself apart, do you think we are stupid ? You think you are right and the rest of the world wrong. You are like a man tearing himself to pieces on the rocks and mountains who expects the whole earth to be cleared and flattened and the rocks removed just to stop him suffering. You are bringing all this on yourself. Must God change every moral law in the world to justify you. Its absolutely obvious you must have done wrong, only wrong-doers suffer. They fall into their own traps, falling as they grow weaker. Every where they turn disasters and terrors await them. It is the wicked who suffer illness and lose their homes in which they foolishly felt so secure. They are like trees ravaged by drought and disease, when they die no-one remembers them. From the east to the west their fall amazes men who see it, but that is what becomes of evil men who deny the laws of God, who may in fact think they know God, but do not.
Chapter 19. Job’s Sixth Speech. How long will you go on tormenting me, with your false accusations. Anyway, even if I had gone astray, it would have nothing to do with you. (My integrity is not because of social pressure, nor am I righteous because of what you or others might think. My righteousness and integrity is unto God and God alone,) You think you are above me, because I am sick and you are healthy. But it is not because of my sin that I am sick and all these calamities have come upon me, it is God, who has done it all. Why don’t you see that and comfort me? He has drawn his net around me. He has blocked my way so that I can make no headway. That is the reason I am getting nowhere. I pray but get no answers. He has sent darkness on me, stripped me of honour, removed my crown, uprooted my hopes, treated me like an enemy and laid siege to my tent. He has caused those once close to me to keep away. My friends, my guests, and my servants have all turned against me. My servant ignores my commands. My wife can’t stand the smell of my breath. My family can’t stand the sight of me. Children mock me and my nearest and dearest have turned against me. God has reduced me to skin and bone. I am alive- just about, as though by the skin of my teeth. If God has done all this surely you can have pity on me? Or are you hounding me because you want my flesh as well. Oh that my words could be recorded. That they were written or carved out on stone or engraved in metal; then at a future date they would be proved true, for I know that one day everything will be sorted out, and I will be vindicated.; I am certain that there is One who will redeem this situation. My heart within me yearns and tells me it is true, That my redeemer is alive and at the end of all this on the Last Day he will stand on earthly soil and vindicate me and redeem my situation. After my skin and bones have gone then I shall see God in the body. I shall see Him with my own eyes. Oh how the spirit stirs my heart to say such things! You can continue hounding me and trying to prove my guilt, but one day judgement will come. and you will be found to be the guilty ones with all your false accusations, and then you will receive your just rewards.