16 `To' the parts of Sheol ye go down, If together on the dust we may rest.
There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there rest do the wearied in power. Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor, Small and great `are' there the same. And a servant `is' free from his lord.
It consumeth the parts of his skin, Consume his parts doth death's first-born. Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step to the king of terrors.
He keepeth back his soul from corruption, And his life from passing away by a dart. And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring. And his life hath nauseated bread, And his soul desirable food. His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen! And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death. If there is by him a messenger, An interpreter -- one of a thousand, To declare for man his uprightness: Then He doth favour him and saith, `Ransom him from going down to the pit, I have found an atonement.' Fresher `is' his flesh than a child's, He returneth to the days of his youth. He maketh supplication unto God, And He accepteth him. And he seeth His face with shouting, And He returneth to man His righteousness. He looketh on men, and saith, `I sinned, And uprightness I have perverted, And it hath not been profitable to me. He hath ransomed my soul From going over into the pit, And my life on the light looketh.'
I have been reckoned with those going down `to' the pit, I have been as a man without strength. Among the dead -- free, As pierced ones lying in the grave, Whom Thou hast not remembered any more, Yea, they by Thy hand have been cut off. Thou hast put me in the lowest pit, In dark places, in depths. Upon me hath Thy fury lain, And `with' all Thy breakers Thou hast afflicted. Selah. Thou hast put mine acquaintance far from me, Thou hast made me an abomination to them, Shut up -- I go not forth.
Lo, to peace He changed for me bitterness, And Thou hast delighted in my soul without corruption, For Thou hast cast behind Thy back all my sins. For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth.
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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,