26 For reproof -- do you reckon words? And for wind -- sayings of the desperate.
Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: `A man-child hath been conceived.' That day -- let it be darkness, Let not God require it from above, Nor let light shine upon it. Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days. That night -- let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Into the number of months let it not come. Lo! that night -- let it be gloomy, Let no singing come into it. Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan. Let the stars of its twilight be dark, Let it wait for light, and there is none, And let it not look on the eyelids of the dawn. Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes. Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp! Wherefore have knees been before me? And what `are' breasts, that I suck? For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept -- then there is rest to me, With kings and counsellors of earth, These building wastes for themselves. Or with princes -- they have gold, They are filling their houses `with' silver. (Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants -- they have not seen light.) 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. Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul? Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures. Who are glad -- unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave. To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up? For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings. For a fear I feared and it meeteth me, And what I was afraid of doth come to me. I was not safe -- nor was I quiet -- Nor was I at rest -- and trouble cometh!
Lo, thou hast instructed many, And feeble hands thou makest strong. The stumbling one do thy words raise up, And bowing knees thou dost strengthen.
For the ear doth try words, And the palate tasteth to eat. Judgment let us choose for ourselves, Let us know among ourselves what `is' good. For Job hath said, `I have been righteous, And God hath turned aside my right, Against my right do I lie? Mortal `is' mine arrow -- without transgression.' Who `is' a man like Job? He drinketh scoffing like water, And he hath travelled for company With workers of iniquity, So as to go with men of wickedness. For he hath said, `It doth not profit a man, When he delighteth himself with God.'
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Commentary on Job 6 Matthew Henry Commentary
Chapter 6
Eliphaz concluded his discourse with an air of assurance; very confident he was that what he had said was so plain and so pertinent that nothing could be objected in answer to it. But, though he that is first in his own cause seems just, yet his neighbour comes and searches him. Job is not convinced by all he had said, but still justifies himself in his complaints and condemns him for the weakness of his arguing.
It must be owned that Job, in all this, spoke much that was reasonable, but with a mixture of passion and human infirmity. And in this contest, as indeed in most contests, there was fault on both sides.
Job 6:1-7
Eliphaz, in the beginning of his discourse, had been very sharp upon Job, and yet it does not appear that Job gave him any interruption, but heard him patiently till he had said all he had to say. Those that would make an impartial judgment of a discourse must hear it out, and take it entire. But, when he had concluded, he makes his reply, in which he speaks very feelingly.
Job 6:8-13
Ungoverned passion often grows more violent when it meets with some rebuke and check. The troubled sea rages most when it dashes against a rock. Job had been courting death, as that which would be the happy period of his miseries, ch. 3. For this Eliphaz had gravely reproved him, but he, instead of unsaying what he had said, says it here again with more vehemence than before; and it is as ill said as almost any thing we meet with in all his discourses, and is recorded for our admonition, not our imitation.
Job 6:14-21
Eliphaz had been very severe in his censures of Job; and his companions, though as yet they had said little, yet had intimated their concurrence with him. Their unkindness therein poor Job here complains of, as an aggravation of his calamity and a further excuse of his desire to die; for what satisfaction could he ever expect in this world when those that should have been his comforters thus proved his tormentors?
Job 6:22-30
Poor Job goes on here to upbraid his friends with their unkindness and the hard usage they gave him. He here appeals to themselves concerning several things which tended both to justify him and to condemn them. If they would but think impartially, and speak as they thought, they could not but own,