Job was in the midst of difficulties. About him were mockers, none of whom understood him. He was become "a byword of the people." There was no "wise man." And yet he struggled through the unutterable darkness toward God's vindication. If that is not to come here, then let it come somewhere.
In all the movement of this great answer it would seem as though outlines of the truth were breaking upon Job. He was conscious of the action of God in his sorrows, of an adversary who followed him relentlessly and seemed to tear him pitilessly, even as a wild beast. Somehow, this adversary was connected with the action of God, and yet in the deepest of him Job knew that God was his Witness. His present trouble was that God did not appear for him. He had cried out, but the answer had not come. If he had a hope it was not evident, it could not be seen. He would go down to the dust.
And yet he seems to have got back to his original thought about death. It was rest. There was no clear shining of light, but one can well imagine how in the after-days he would come to recognize that these strivings of the soul and these passionate desires for divine defense were gleams even in the darkness.
the Second Week after Epiphany