One more word from Bildad, and one more (lengthy) response from Job, and then the book will take a different turn. Unsurprisingly, much the same ground is gone over. Bildad savages this poor wounded sheep again. His words are true, and there is much in them which should lift our hearts to worship. God is full of dominion, and His greatness should fill us with awe (25.2). Noone can be righteous before Him (vv.4-6). Well said, preacher. But one of his servants is again being kicked when he’s already down. This “maggot” Job knows his maggotiness all too well: now Job needs balm, not bruises. Bildad’s not the man to give the medicine, though he should be.
Hear the scorn in Job’s voice. He looks for comforters, and there are none (26.1-4). And yes, Job has his worship, too, his exalted vision of a magnificent God. Job’s Lord rules death and the dead (vv.6-7), moves on the clouds and rules the sun, moon and seas (vv.5-11), strikes His enemies (vv.112-13), and possesses a majesty which even His own worshipers have barely, barely even started to comprehend. A word to make our praise flow. A word, too, to stifle the hasty arrogance with which we claim to speak knowledgeably about God. Bildad, take note. Other would-be Bildads, watch your tongues, too.
A Prayer to Pray
Lord of Glory! There is a time to be quiet, to consider my thoughts, and my words. Your holiness and Your might should be marshaled to strike me down, sinner as I am; and yet You have displayed Your holy might in working my salvation at the cost of Your precious Son, the Lord Jesus Christ. May my words be few, my speculations about You clothed with reverence, and my worship be marked by wonder and delight,. You are God, and all that You do, though so often misunderstood by me or kept from my sight, is good. Amen.