1 My soul is weary of my life: I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
When I kept silence, my bones waxed old, through my groaning all the day long. For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me; my moisture was turned into the drought of summer. Selah. I acknowledged my sin unto thee, and mine iniquity I covered not; I said, I will confess my transgressions unto Jehovah, and *thou* forgavest the iniquity of my sin. Selah.
Hear attentively my speech, and let this replace your consolations. Suffer me and I will speak; and after I have spoken, mock on! As for me, is my complaint to a man? or wherefore should not my spirit be impatient?
Wherefore is light given to him that is in trouble, and life to those bitter of soul, Who long for death, and it [cometh] not, and dig for it more than for hidden treasures; Who rejoice even exultingly and are glad when they find the grave? -- To the man whose way is hidden, and whom +God hath hedged in?
If I speak, my pain is not assuaged; and if I forbear, what am I eased? But now he hath made me weary; ... thou hast made desolate all my family; Thou hast shrivelled me up! it is become a witness; and my leanness riseth up against me, it beareth witness to my face. His anger teareth and pursueth me; he gnasheth with his teeth against me; [as] mine adversary he sharpeneth his eyes at me. They gape upon me with their mouth; they smite my cheeks reproachfully; they range themselves together against me. ùGod hath delivered me over to the iniquitous man, and hurled me into the hands of the wicked. I was at rest, but he hath shattered me; he hath taken me by the neck and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark. His arrows encompass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground. He breaketh me with breach upon breach; he runneth upon me like a mighty man. I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and rolled my horn in the dust. My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
If I were wicked, woe unto me! and righteous, I will not lift up my head, being [so] full of shame, and beholding mine affliction; -- And it increaseth: thou huntest me as a fierce lion; and ever again thou shewest thy marvellous power upon me.
Oh that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances! For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore my words are vehement. For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, their poison drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of +God are arrayed against me.
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Commentary on Job 10 Matthew Henry Commentary
Chapter 10
Job owns here that he was full of confusion (v. 15), and as he was so was his discourse: he knew not what to say, and perhaps sometimes scarcely knew what he said. In this chapter,
Job 10:1-7
Here is,
Job 10:8-13
In these verses we may observe,
Job 10:14-22
Here we have,