So things go from bad to worse for Job. I get to afflict him with some nasty plague boils. And as he is sitting in the ashes of his family and his house, picking his rotting skin, his wife comes to him asks, “Why are you holding onto this foolish faith? What has it ever done for you? You should curse God… and die!” But Job doesn’t curse God. But from this point on, he develops a serious dissatisfaction with his situation and his creator.
But we don’t hear that yet. We just hear Job’s pain. He’s crying out that his suffering won’t be forgotten…. that it won’t be in vain. He says, “Oh Earth, do not cover my blood. May my cries never be laid to rest.”