Job: That Job might be depressed is not difficult to imagine. What is difficult for me to grasp is that he is not more despondent. Consider how much he had just lost. He must be tossing in his mind why all this tragedy had befallen him. Job cries out that he feels and hurts like anyone else – reminds me of Shylock in The Merchant of Venice: “If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die?…” (Act 3, Scene 1, lines 63-65.) Something like “is my flesh bronze?” (v. 12) He accuses his friends of having a fear that the same may happen to them.
Job 6:1-4, 8-15, 21