1 My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day. When by day and by night Thy hand is heavy upon me, My moisture hath been changed Into the droughts of summer. Selah. My sin I cause Thee to know, And mine iniquity I have not covered. I have said, `I confess concerning My transgressions to Jehovah,' And Thou -- Thou hast taken away, The iniquity of my sin. Selah.
Hear ye diligently my word, And this is your consolation. Bear with me, and I speak, And after my speaking -- ye may deride. I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
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?
If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me? Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company, And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth. His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me. They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves. God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over. At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark. Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall. He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one. Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn. My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids `is' death-shade.
If I have done wickedly -- wo to me, And righteously -- I lift not up my head, Full of shame -- then see my affliction, And it riseth -- as a lion Thou huntest me. And Thou turnest back -- Thou shewest Thyself wonderful in me.
O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together! For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash. For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' 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,