“The Chaldeans all come
With faces pressing forward.
They gather captives
They make sport
At every fortress.
They heap up earth
To take it.
Then they sweep by
Like the wind.
They become guilty men.
Their own might
Is their god!”
These Chaldeans were all about violence. They set out to gather and capture people, as if they were like the sands of the sea. They would scoff at kings and ridicule rulers. They laughed at fortresses, as they swept them away like a wind piling up heaps of dirt. They were guilty transgressors. Their god was their own strength. They were mega maniacs, yet Yahweh was going to use them.
“Then Job answered.
‘O that my distresses were weighed.
May my entire calamity be laid in the balances!
For then it would be heavier than the sand of the sea.
Therefore my words have been rash.
For the arrows of the Almighty Shaddai are planted in me.
My spirit drinks their poison.
The terrors of God are arrayed against me.
Does the wild ass bray over its grass?
Does the ox bellow over its fodder?
Can that which is tasteless be eaten without salt?
Is there any flavor in egg white?
My appetite refuses to touch them.
They are like food that is loathsome to me.’”
Job was not consoled by the remarks of Eliphaz. Job felt that his calamity outweighed anything that had happened to anyone, heavier than the sands of the sea. The arrows of the Almighty Shaddai were in him. He felt like he had drunk poison. The terrors of God were against him. Just as the animals do not complain when they have food, however, all his food was tasteless. Without salt, there was no flavor in his food. He had no appetite because all food was disgusting to him. It was not that he could not eat, but everything was tasteless.