7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.
Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body. My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
I am gone like the shade when it is stretched out: I am forced out of my place like a locust.
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Commentary on Job 17 Matthew Henry Commentary
Chapter 17
In this chapter,
His friends becoming strange to him, which greatly grieved him, he makes death and the grave familiar to him, which yielded him some comfort.
Job 17:1-9
Job's discourse is here somewhat broken and interrupted, and he passes suddenly from one thing to another, as is usual with men in trouble; but we may reduce what is here said to three heads:-
Job 17:10-16
Job's friends had pretended to comfort him with the hopes of his return to a prosperous estate again; now he here shows,