I adore the Book of Job. The poetry is rich enough in English, I know it is mindblowing in Hebrew. I suggest you lift yourself above the semantics, the push and pull between heaven and earth, the details of who, what, when and how, (why is also miserably dangerous).
Lift yourself into the Grace of God, listening to the mortals meander in the mud and still loving them. Listen to Job pushing through the mud into exalted prophesy :
23Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!
24That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!
25For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth:
26And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:
27Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me.
Lift yourself into God's Throne Room when He says, (I have trouble choosing. Read all of 38-40!)
7 Gird up thy loins now like a man: I will demand of thee, and declare thou unto me.
8 Wilt thou also disannul my judgment? wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest be righteous?
I often hear echos of The "Friends'" speeches in modern earthly platitudes. They have not grown old, nor have they gained any wisdom. They think without God. They try to think around God.
God did not breathe every word of Scripture as advice. In fact, more of it is warning, or examples of misguidedness, than direction into rightness.