Ephrem the Syrian
Nicene & Post-Nicene · AD 325–500 · 764 passages across 40 books
Commentary
Then answered Bildad the Shuhite, and said,
For he breaketh me with a tempest, and multiplieth my wounds without cause.
Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
Canst thou by searching find out God? canst thou find out the Almighty unto perfection?
He looseth the bond of kings, and girdeth their loins with a girdle.
Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.
For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease.
The wicked man travaileth with pain all his days, and the number of years is hidden to the oppressor.
But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
It shall dwell in his tabernacle, because it is none of his: brimstone shall be scattered upon his habitation.
For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth:
He shall suck the poison of asps: the viper's tongue shall slay him.
Wherefore do the wicked live, become old, yea, are mighty in power?
Acquaint now thyself with him, and be at peace: thereby good shall come unto thee.
Then Job answered and said,
And if it be not so now, who will make me a liar, and make my speech nothing worth?
Behold even to the moon, and it shineth not; yea, the stars are not pure in his sight.
By his spirit he hath garnished the heavens; his hand hath formed the crooked serpent.
God forbid that I should justify you: till I die I will not remove mine integrity from me.