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 wasted away through my groaning all day long. For day and night your hand was heavy on me. My strength was sapped in the heat of summer. Selah. I acknowledged my sin to you. I didn't hide my iniquity. I said, I will confess my transgressions to Yahweh, And you forgave the iniquity of my sin. Selah.
"Listen diligently to my speech. Let this be your consolation. Allow me, and I also will speak; After I have spoken, mock on. As for me, is my complaint to man? Why shouldn't I be impatient?
"Why is light given to him who is in misery, Life to the bitter in soul, Who long for death, but it doesn't come; Dig for it more than for hidden treasures, Who rejoice exceedingly, Are glad, when they can find the grave? Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, Whom God has hedged in?
"Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased? But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company. You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me, It testifies to my face. He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He has gnashed on me with his teeth: My adversary sharpens his eyes on me. They have gaped on me with their mouth; They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me. God delivers me to the ungodly, And casts me into the hands of the wicked. I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target. His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground. He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a giant. I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, And have thrust my horn in the dust. My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
If I am wicked, woe to me. If I am righteous, I still shall not lift up my head, Being filled with disgrace, And conscious of my affliction. If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion. Again you show yourself powerful to me.
"Oh that my anguish were weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances! For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, Therefore have my words been rash. For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array 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,