When Job (19:20) tells about 'escaping by the skin of his teeth', it isn't hard to translate that as a narrow escape, and to see that hyperbole and malapropism are both components of the figure.
More difficult is his 'continuing parable' in 29:6, "When I washed my steps with butter, and the rock poured me out rivers of oil". It would be a slippery and smelly mistake to think real butter for washing the steps of the front porch; but when we learn of the "steps of a righteous man", who takes steps to remedy a situation; and the contrast between mother's milk and father's milk, then the true light begins to shine. Amen?
As we churn the spiritual milk by mulling it over in our mind, it turns to butter, and brings our steps into harmony with God. Not everyone's, naturally; some people just get sour milk.. hmm?
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