We find Job on the edge of town, his money gone, his children dead, picking at his innumerable sores and scabs. In the Joni Mitchell version of his sorrow, Job speaks of how the children of the wicked frisk like deer while his are dead and gone. In her version, we are also told that Job sees the diggers waiting, leaning on their spades, at the site of his grave. Job's three friends, Eliphas, Bildad, and Zophar show up to comfort him but they do so in a way that only pours iodine on his wounds. God is just, they say, therefore, Job must have done something wrong. Therefore, Job is the sire of his own sorrow, again in Joni Mitchell's words. Job festers even more because of his friends. They bring a conventional wisdom. Job refuses it to suffer more deeply.

This orthodox wisdom sounds true b…