Wednesday, September 23, 2020

Bildad the Accuser


Job 18: 8 -10

 

“For his own feet lead him into a net, and he strays into its mesh.   A trap catches him by the heel; a noose seizes him.   A rope lies hidden for him on the ground, and a snare waits for him along the path.   

 

Bildad, the encourager would not be his name, but Bildad the accuser might be a great way to depict him.  Six times he uses a different word for the trap, that would ensnare a wicked person.  Does Bildad believe that Job is wicked?  It seems clear as we keep reading that is his judgment.

 

Job 18: 11-13

 

“Terrors frighten him on every side and harass him at every step. His strength is depleted; disaster lies ready for him to stumble.  Parts of his skin are eaten away; death’s firstborn consumes his limbs.”  

 

Bildad seems to be void of mercy or even care for his friend Job, for that’s what happens to a wicked man, not a man of high moral character as Bildad and his two buddies.  Not only does he see the physical condition of Job, but he also tells him that his death will be the worst pain and suffering, that is what the wicked can expect.

 

Job 18: 14-19

 

“He is ripped from the security of his tent and marched away to the king of terrors.  Nothing he owned remains in his tent.  Burning sulfur is scattered over his home. His roots below dry up, and his branches above wither away.  All memory of him perishes from the earth; he has no name anywhere.   He is driven from light to darkness and chased from the inhabited world.  He has no children or descendants among his people,
no survivor where he used to live.”

 

Could Bildad be referring to anyone but Job?

 

 

 

 

 

Job 18:20-21

 

“Those in the west are appalled at his fate, while those in the east tremble in horror.  Indeed, such is the dwelling of the unjust man, and this is the place of the one who does not know God.”

 

It seems that foolishly Bildad believes he can see into the heart of Job, to make such a statement, of the one who does not know God.”  Watch out for men like this.

 

From the Back Porch, 

Bob Rice

 

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