The Style of the Book
The book of Job is written in classical
Hebrew poetry. While it is difficult to translate poetry into another language and
maintain its original beauty, the New International Version of the Bible attempts to
capture the flavor of the poetry. Only the first two chapters, which form the prologue,
and the last ten verses of the final chapter, containing the epilogue, break from this
poetic style. While a true history, except perhaps for the discussion in the heavenly
courts recorded in the first two chapters, the account is also allegorical in nature. As
an allegory, it expresses truths far deeper than those that affect only the man Job.
The fact that the book is allegorical
does not take away from its historical accuracy, just as the allegory of Abraham does not
dilute its factualness. The prophet Ezekiel cites Job as being one of three men whose
witness saved none but themselves (Ezek. 14:14, 20). James, in the New Testa-ment calls
attention to the “patience of Job” (James 5:11).
The book naturally divides into five
parts: prologue (chapters 1 and 2; dialog, chapters 3-31; the monologue of Elihu, chapters
32-37; the speech of Jehovah, chapters 38-41; and the epilogue, chapter 42. The prologue
and epilogue may have been added by a later editor in order to complete the account. They
are written as prose in contrast with the poetry of the body of the book.
The Prologue—Chapters 1-2
The first five verses of the book give
us a thumbnail sketch of Job. We see the author’s evaluation of him as perfect
(mature) and upright. His wealth and stature in the community are briefly outlined. An
example of his integrity is given in his offering a prayer for his sons, even though he
was not aware of any particular sin which they may have committed (see Job 1:13).
Most of the balance of the first two
chapters deal with an allegorical scene, probably a morality tale by the author to give
substance to the rest of the book. It is doubtful whether it discusses an actual historic
event, since obviously there was no earthly being which would be privy to the doings of an
heavenly council (unless, of course, the author was given the information as part of his
inspiration).
Satan is pictured as challenging God
over the righteousness of Job. He is first given permission to remove all of Job’s
earthly wealth, taking away even the lives of his sons and daughters. With all this
hardship, the record is “In all this Job sinned not, nor charged God foolishly”
(Job 1:22). Carrying the challenge a degree further Satan asks, and is given permission,
to remove the health of the patriarch. Beset with a plague of boils and the temptation
from his wife to “curse God and die,” Job once again proved faithful and did not
“sin with his lips” (Job 2:10).
The stage is then set for the dialogs
that are to follow. Three of Job’s compatriots had heard of his misfortune and
arranged to go from their separate cities together to speak with him. They were appalled
at his physical appearance and, adopting the custom of their time, showed their grief by
loud wails, the tearing of their garments, and the strewing of dust around them.
This custom was carried to such an
extent in ancient times that some individuals even made their living by being professional
mourners. An interesting non-Biblical confirmation of this practice is found in the Iliad by Homer where he tells us of the grief of
Hercules over the death of Patroclus:
“A sudden horror shot through all
the chief,
And wrapp'd his senses in the cloud of grief;
Cast on the ground, with furious hands he spread
The scorching ashes o'er his graceful head,
His purple garments, and his golden hairs,
Those he deforms with dust, and these he tears:
On the hard soil his groaning breast he threw,
And roll'd and grovell'd as to earth he grew.”
The extent of their grief is showing in
the touching revelation that they sat for one full week, day and night, with Job without
uttering a word (Job 2:13). See also Gen. 50:10; 1 Sam. 31:13; 1Chron. 10:12; Ezek. 3:15.And wrapp'd his senses in the cloud of grief;
Cast on the ground, with furious hands he spread
The scorching ashes o'er his graceful head,
His purple garments, and his golden hairs,
Those he deforms with dust, and these he tears:
On the hard soil his groaning breast he threw,
And roll'd and grovell'd as to earth he grew.”
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