The God that Job complains against is surely a God to fear, but not a God to love or respect.
Forming us in the womb, giving us life – but only so He may set a trap for us, so to speak, by catching us in some small sin, and then punishing us severely for it.
And this He does in a capricious, arbitrary way, since many very wicked men seem not to be held accountable at all.
But either way, what is the point? After a few short years of misery or bliss on this earth, we pass away – never to return – to a land of gloom, as dark as midnight.
Job is either venting, or lashing out at what he perceives to be a cruel reality. In any case, these are very serious charges, charges that beg for a response from the God of Enoch, the God of Noah, the God of Job.
