21 You have become cruel to me; the strength of your hand is hard on me.
That, if I did wrong, you would take note of it, and would not make me clear from sin: 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: That you would send new witnesses against me, increasing your wrath against me, and letting loose new armies on me.
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.
If I have done wrong, what have I done to you, O keeper of men? why have you made me a mark for your blows, so that I am a weariness to myself? And why do you not take away my sin, and let my wrongdoing be ended? for now I go down to the dust, and you will be searching for me with care, but I will be gone.
Will you be hard on a leaf in flight before the wind? will you make a dry stem go more quickly on its way? For you put bitter things on record against me, and send punishment on me for the sins of my early years; And you put chains on my feet, watching all my ways, and making a limit for my steps; Though a man comes to nothing like a bit of dead wood, or like a robe which has become food for the worm.
Be certain that it is God who has done me wrong, and has taken me in his net. Truly, I make an outcry against the violent man, but there is no answer: I give a cry for help, but no one takes up my cause. My way is walled up by him so that I may not go by: he has made my roads dark. He has put off my glory from me, and taken the crown from my head.
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Commentary on Job 30 Matthew Henry Commentary
Chapter 30
It is a melancholy "But now' which this chapter begins with. Adversity is here described as much to the life as prosperity was in the foregoing chapter, and the height of that did but increase the depth of this. God sets the one over-against the other, and so did Job, that his afflictions might appear the more grievous, and consequently his case the more pitiable.
Job 30:1-14
Here Job makes a very large and sad complaint of the great disgrace he had fallen into, from the height of honour and reputation, which was exceedingly grievous and cutting to such an ingenuous spirit as Job's was. Two things he insists upon as greatly aggravating his affliction:-
Job 30:15-31
In this second part of Job's complaint, which is very bitter, and has a great many sorrowful accents in it, we may observe a great deal that he complains of and some little that he comforts himself with.