17 Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer `is' pure.
If thou dost seek early unto God, And unto the Mighty makest supplication, If pure and upright thou `art', Surely now He waketh for thee, And hath completed The habitation of thy righteousness.
Lo, I have known your thoughts, And the devices against me ye do wrongfully. For ye say, `Where `is' the house of the noble? And where the tent -- The tabernacles of the wicked?'
Is not thy wickedness abundant? And there is no end to thine iniquities. For thou takest a pledge of thy brother for nought, And the garments of the naked Thou dost strip off. Thou causest not the weary to drink water, And from the hungry thou withholdest bread. As to the man of arm -- he hath the earth, And the accepted of face -- he dwelleth in it. Widows thou hast sent away empty, And the arms of the fatherless are bruised.
On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live. As the wicked is my enemy, And my withstander as the perverse.
For I deliver the afflicted who is crying, And the fatherless who hath no helper. The blessing of the perishing cometh on me, And the heart of the widow I cause to sing. Righteousness I have put on, and it clotheth me, As a robe and a diadem my justice. Eyes I have been to the blind, And feet to the lame `am' I. A father I `am' to the needy, And the cause I have not known I search out. And I break the jaw-teeth of the perverse, And from his teeth I cast away prey.
A covenant I made for mine eyes, And what -- do I attend to a virgin? And what `is' the portion of God from above? And the inheritance of the Mighty from the heights? Is not calamity to the perverse? And strangeness to workers of iniquity? Doth not He see my ways, And all my steps number? If I have walked with vanity, And my foot doth hasten to deceit, He doth weigh me in righteous balances, And God doth know my integrity. If my step doth turn aside from the way, And after mine eyes hath my heart gone, And to my hands cleaved hath blemish, Let me sow -- and another eat, And my products let be rooted out. If my heart hath been enticed by woman, And by the opening of my neighbour I laid wait, Grind to another let my wife, And over her let others bend. For it `is' a wicked thing, and a judicial iniquity; For a fire it `is', to destruction it consumeth, And among all mine increase doth take root, If I despise the cause of my man-servant, And of my handmaid, In their contending with me, Then what do I do when God ariseth? And when He doth inspect, What do I answer Him? Did not He that made me in the womb make him? Yea, prepare us in the womb doth One. If I withhold from pleasure the poor, And the eyes of the widow do consume, And I do eat my morsel by myself, And the orphan hath not eat of it, (But from my youth He grew up with me as `with' a father, And from the belly of my mother I am led.) If I see `any' perishing without clothing, And there is no covering to the needy, If his loins have not blessed me, And from the fleece of my sheep He doth not warm himself, If I have waved at the fatherless my hand, When I see in `him' the gate of my court, My shoulder from its blade let fall, And mine arm from the bone be broken. For a dread unto me `is' calamity `from' God, And because of His excellency I am not able. If I have made gold my confidence, And to the pure gold have said, `My trust,' If I rejoice because great `is' my wealth, And because abundance hath my hand found, If I see the light when it shineth, And the precious moon walking, And my heart is enticed in secret, And my hand doth kiss my mouth, It also `is' a judicial iniquity, For I had lied to God above. If I rejoice at the ruin of my hater, And stirred up myself when evil found him, Yea, I have not suffered my mouth to sin, To ask with an oath his life. If not -- say ye, O men of my tent, `O that we had of his flesh, we are not satisfied.' In the street doth not lodge a stranger, My doors to the traveller I open. If I have covered as Adam my transgressions, To hide in my bosom mine iniquity, Because I fear a great multitude, And the contempt of families doth affright me, Then I am silent, I go not out of the opening. Who giveth to me a hearing? lo, my mark. The Mighty One doth answer me, And a bill hath mine adversary written. If not -- on my shoulder I take it up, I bind it a crown on myself. The number of my steps I tell Him, As a leader I approach Him. If against me my land doth cry out, And together its furrows weep, If its strength I consumed without money, And the life of its possessors, I have caused to breathe out, Instead of wheat let a thorn go forth, And instead of barley a useless weed! The words of Job are finished.
O Jehovah, my God, if I have done this, If there is iniquity in my hands, If I have done my well-wisher evil, And draw mine adversary without cause, An enemy pursueth my soul, and overtaketh, And treadeth down to the earth my life, And my honour placeth in the dust. Selah.
All this met us, and we did not forget Thee, Nor have we dealt falsely in Thy covenant. We turn not backward our heart, Nor turn aside doth our step from Thy path. But Thou hast smitten us in a place of dragons, And dost cover us over with death-shade. If we have forgotten the name of our God, And spread our hands to a strange God, Doth not God search out this? For He knoweth the secrets of the heart.
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Commentary on Job 16 Matthew Henry Commentary
Chapter 16
This chapter begins Job's reply to that discourse of Eliphaz which we had in the foregoing chapter; it is but the second part of the same song of lamentation with which he had before bemoaned himself, and is set to the same melancholy tune.
Job 16:1-5
Both Job and his friends took the same way that disputants commonly take, which is to undervalue one another's sense, and wisdom, and management. The longer the saw of contention is drawn the hotter it grows; and the beginning of this sort of strife is as the letting forth of water; therefore leave it off before it be meddled with. Eliphaz had represented Job's discourses as idle, and unprofitable, and nothing to the purpose; and Job here gives his the same character. Those who are free in passing such censures must expect to have them retorted; it is easy, it is endless: but cui bono?-what good does it do? It will stir up men's passions, but will never convince their judgments, nor set truth in a clear light. Job here reproves Eliphaz,
Job 16:6-16
Job's complaint is here as bitter as any where in all his discourses, and he is at a stand whether to smother it or to give it vent. Sometimes the one and sometimes the other is a relief to the afflicted, according as the temper or the circumstances are; but Job found help by neither, v. 6.
Here is a doleful representation of Job's grievances. O what reason have we to bless God that we are not making such complaints! He complains,
Job 16:17-22
Job's condition was very deplorable; but had he nothing to support him, nothing to comfort him? Yes, and he here tells us what it was.