1 My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day. For the weight of your hand was on me day and night; my body became dry like the earth in summer. (Selah.) I made my wrongdoing clear to you, and did not keep back my sin. I said, I will put it all before the Lord; and you took away my wrongdoing and my sin. (Selah.)
Give attention with care to my words; and let this be your comfort. Let me say what is in my mind, and after that, go on making sport of me. As for me, is my outcry against man? is it then to be wondered at if my spirit is troubled?
Why does he give light to him who is in trouble, and life to the bitter in soul; To those whose desire is for death, but it comes not; who are searching for it more than for secret wealth; Who are glad with great joy, and full of delight when they come to their last resting-place; To a man whose way is veiled, and who is shut in by God?
If I say what is in my mind, my pain becomes no less: and if I keep quiet, how much of it goes from me? But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble. It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face. I am broken by his wrath, and his hate has gone after me; he has made his teeth sharp against me: my haters are looking on me with cruel eyes; Their mouths are open wide against me; the blows of his bitter words are falling on my face; all of them come together in a mass against me. God gives me over to the power of sinners, sending me violently into the hands of evil-doers. I was in comfort, but I have been broken up by his hands; he has taken me by the neck, shaking me to bits; he has put me up as a mark for his arrows. His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth. I am broken with wound after wound; he comes rushing on me like a man of war. I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust. My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
That, if I was an evil-doer, the curse would come on me; and if I was upright, my head would not be lifted up, being full of shame and overcome with trouble. And that if there was cause for pride, you would go after me like a lion; and again put out your wonders against me:
If only my passion might be measured, and put into the scales against my trouble! For then its weight would be more than the sand of the seas: because of this my words have been uncontrolled. For the arrows of the Ruler of all are present with me, and their poison goes deep into my spirit: his army of fears is put in order 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,