20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope. Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.
I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity. What `is' man that Thou dost magnify him? And that Thou settest unto him Thy heart? And inspectest him in the mornings, In the evenings dost try him? How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle. I have sinned, what do I to Thee, O watcher of man? Why hast Thou set me for a mark to Thee, And I am for a burden to myself -- and what? Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!
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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,