Job 10 — Eyes of Flesh, Hands of Clay
The verbs are tactile. He says God “knit” him (likely the same root as Psalm 139:13), “clothed” him with flesh, “knit” bones and sinews. He is not appealing to bare power but to personal craftsmanship. Western readers may miss how audacious this is: Job invites the Maker to be consistent with His making. It is covenant logic pressed to the edge.
Across the canon, the answer blooms: “The Word became flesh” (John 1:14), “He partook of flesh and blood” (Hebrews 2:14–18). The incarnation is the unanticipated reply to Job 10: God takes eyes of flesh and mortal days. Not because He lacked knowledge, but to gather our case into Himself and plead from inside our time. The only hand strong enough to deliver from God is God’s own hand stretched out in mercy (John 10:28–29; Romans 8:32). In Christ the Prosecutor becomes the Advocate.
Gregory the Great read these lines morally—God’s hidden counsel drawing out hidden virtue. Calvin urged us to see faithful boldness rather than rebellion: Scripture preserves even Job’s suspicions (“You hid these things in your heart,” v. 13) so our prayers need not be airbrushed. Lament spoken to God is not unbelief; it is covenant speech.
Practice - Argue from creation: “You made me. Be to me what your making means.” - Bring your complaint to the One who now truly has “eyes of flesh.” He knows your day from inside it. - When the world feels “without order,” cling to the One who hovered over chaos and, on the cross, entered our tsalmavet to bring dawn (Isaiah 9:2).
Suggested hymn: Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence (ancient Liturgy of St. James) — the Holy One who takes mortal flesh to answer Job’s question.
Cross‑references - Genesis 2:7; Jeremiah 18:1–6 (potter and clay) - Psalm 139:13–16 (woven in the womb) - Psalm 23:4; Isaiah 9:2 (deep shadow) - John 1:14; Hebrews 2:14–18; Philippians 2:6–8 (God with eyes of flesh) - 1 Peter 4:19 (entrusting ourselves to a faithful Creator in suffering)
Prayer Faithful Creator, whose hands formed us in secret places, do not unmake what You have lovingly made. Take our bitter words as offerings of trust. Jesus, true God with eyes of flesh, stand in our dock and speak for us. Hover over our chaos, bring order to our night, and grant us a breath of joy before the dawn You have promised. Amen.