“You’re so full of hot air!” exclaimed Bildad, who, until that moment hadn’t so much as glanced at either speaker presenting their cases. He had been begrudgingly repairing a shoe in the firelight and heaving the occasional sigh between Job’s and Eliphaz’s words. “You’re making it sound like God turns justice on its head. Clearly, your ten children sinned, and God gave them up to their sin’s power.”
Job’s eyes focused in like a thousand deadly knives in the Shuhite’s direction. The man had always styled himself an oracle, a seer.
“Your solution is plain,” Bildad continued, unaffected by Job’s threatening gaze. “If you seek God, and if you’re as pure as you say you are, he’ll restore everything to you. Your life will finish with a flourish, making your old life seem small and insignificant.
“But can papyrus reeds or marsh grass grow without water? Unlike other plants, they start to wilt before they even finish blooming. This is what happens to anyone who forgets God. Their dreams, being web-thin and brittle, fall away.
“The wicked are also like weeds. They thrive and grow in the sunlight, and sometimes even overtake the entire garden. But after the gardener rejects them, they’re not missed at all.”
Inspiration: Job 8