'Your hands fashioned and made me altogether, And would You destroy me?
'Remember now, that You have made me as clay; And would You turn me into dust again?
'Did You not pour me out like milk And curdle me like cheese;
Clothe me with skin and flesh, And knit me together with bones and sinews?
'You have granted me life and lovingkindness; And Your care has preserved my spirit.
'Yet these things You have concealed in Your heart; I know that this is within You:
At first when I read this, I thought "oh look, Job is praising God again" but then I realized that this is a complaint. What's interesting about this complaint is that Job is still far from cursing God as He questions Him. He confesses that God formed him like clay. How often do I think about that?
Another thing that I think about is that God is probably teaching Job something here that I need constant reminders about. That is that He created us for holines, not hapiness. It is God's goal to make us more like Him so that the world may see Him and glorify Him. Not to keep us happy and healthy. So why do I expect God to keep me healthy? Why do I constantly pray for God keep me feeling good and hardly ever ask Him to mold me into His image?