“He has made me a byword of the peoples.
I am one before whom men spit.
My eye has grown dim from grief,
All my members are like a shadow.
Upright men are appalled at this.
The innocent men stir themselves up against the godless.
Yet the righteous men hold to their way.
They that have clean hands grow stronger and stronger.
Come back now.
All of you,
I shall not find a sensible person among you.”
Job has become a byword, a fable, or a symbol for the people. People spit at him. His eyes are failing. His body is a shadow of what it once was. Upright people are appalled at him. The innocent and righteous people hold their own, as their clean hands grow stronger each day. However, among the friends of Job, he could not find a sensible man.