To summarize: Job said he despaired of his life and wished he'd never been born. Eliphaz responded with, essetially, a little bit of trouble comes your way and you whine about it. You should be confident in your piety. If trouble has come upon you you must have sinned. Confess your sin and throw yourself on the mercy of God.
So Job is going along with the prevailing wisdom of the day and say that all things come from God. The good comes from God, and the bad comes from God. That's what he's said so far. Let's see what he has to say next.
If only my anguish could be weighed and all my misery be placed on the scales! It would surely outweigh the sand of the seas— no wonder my words have been impetuous. The arrows of the Almighty are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God's terrors are marshaled against me.
Job is answering Eliphaz's admonition to be patient in his suffering. But he goes on to say more about his friend.
What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What prospects, that I should be patient? Do I have the strength of stone? Is my flesh bronze? Do I have any power to help myself, now that success has been driven from me?
That's a lengthy discussion (which goes on even further in the book) of his friends, those intermittent streams that drive caravans away. They are undependable. Yes, Job goes on.
A despairing man should have the devotion of his friends, even though he forsakes the fear of the Almighty. But my brothers are as undependable as intermittent streams, as the streams that overflow when darkened by thawing ice and swollen with melting snow, but that cease to flow in the dry season, and in the heat vanish from their channels.
So Job clearly wasn't happy with Eliphaz. He repeats his complaints about his current situation. But up until now, he hasn't said what's really on his mind. So far the conversation could be summed up as follows:
Now you too have proved to be of no help; you see something dreadful and are afraid. Have I ever said, 'Give something on my behalf, pay a ransom for me from your wealth, deliver me from the hand of the enemy, ransom me from the clutches of the ruthless'?
This is somewhat of a mixed message from Job to God. He says "If I have sinned..." then later adds "Why do you not...forgive my sins?" I have often thought that Job believed himself to be free from sins, and thus he couldn't understand why he had lost God's favor (evidenced by his calamities). But on reading this, he seems to have asked for forgiveness, but hasn't see a change in his circumstances. He still sits there with sores all over his body; he's in excruciating pain.
What is man that you make so much of him, that you give him so much attention, that you examine him every morning and test him every moment? Will you never look away from me, or let me alone even for an instant? O watcher of men?Why have you made me your target?Have I become a burden to you?Why do you not pardon my offensesand forgive my sins? If I have sinned, what have I done to you,
I need to think on this some more. Or perhaps the exact message God is trying to get across to me will be found in the remaining chapters.