4 And yet, ye `are' forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nought -- all of you,
For thou takest a pledge of thy brother for nought, And the garments of the naked Thou dost strip off. Thou causest not the weary to drink water, And from the hungry thou withholdest bread. As to the man of arm -- he hath the earth, And the accepted of face -- he dwelleth in it. Widows thou hast sent away empty, And the arms of the fatherless are bruised. Therefore round about thee `are' snares, And trouble thee doth fear suddenly. Or darkness -- thou dost not see, And abundance of waters doth cover thee. Is not God high `in' heaven? And see the summit of the stars, That they are high. And thou hast said, `What -- hath God known? Through thickness doth He judge? Thick clouds `are' a secret place to Him, And He doth not see;' And the circle of the heavens He walketh habitually, The path of the age dost thou observe, That men of iniquity have trodden? Who have been cut down unexpectedly, A flood is poured out on their foundation. Those saying to God, `Turn aside from us,' And what doth the Mighty One to them? And he hath filled their houses `with' good: (And the counsel of the wicked Hath been far from me.) See do the righteous and they rejoice, And the innocent mocketh at them, `Surely our substance hath not been cut off, And their excellency hath fire consumed.' Acquaint thyself, I pray thee, with Him, And be at peace, Thereby thine increase `is' good. Receive, I pray thee, from His mouth a law, And set His sayings in thy heart. If thou dost return unto the Mighty Thou art built up, Thou puttest iniquity far from thy tents. So as to set on the dust a defence, And on a rock of the valleys a covering. And the Mighty hath been thy defence, And silver `is' strength to thee. For then on the Mighty thou delightest thyself, And dost lift up unto God thy face, Thou dost make supplication unto Him, And He doth hear thee, And thy vows thou completest. And thou decreest a saying, And it is established to thee, And on thy ways hath light shone. For they have made low, And thou sayest, `Lift up.' And the bowed down of eyes he saveth. He delivereth the not innocent, Yea, he hath been delivered By the cleanness of thy hands.
Lo, I have known your thoughts, And the devices against me ye do wrongfully. For ye say, `Where `is' the house of the noble? And where the tent -- The tabernacles of the wicked?' Have ye not asked those passing by the way? And their signs do ye not know? That to a day of calamity is the wicked spared. To a day of wrath they are brought. Who doth declare to his face his way? And `for' that which he hath done, Who doth give recompence to him? And he -- to the graves he is brought. And over the heap a watch is kept. Sweet to him have been the clods of the valley, And after him every man he draweth, And before him there is no numbering. And how do ye comfort me `with' vanity, And in your answers hath been left trespass?
Also, the light of the wicked is extinguished. And there doth not shine a spark of his fire. The light hath been dark in his tent, And his lamp over him is extinguished. Straitened are the steps of his strength, And cast him down doth his own counsel. For he is sent into a net by his own feet, And on a snare he doth walk habitually. Seize on the heel doth a gin, Prevail over him do the designing. Hidden in the earth is his cord, And his trap on the path. Round about terrified him have terrors, And they have scattered him -- at his feet. Hungry is his sorrow, And calamity is ready at his side. It consumeth the parts of his skin, Consume his parts doth death's first-born. Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step to the king of terrors. It dwelleth in his tent -- out of his provender, Scattered over his habitation is sulphur. From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop. His memorial hath perished from the land, And he hath no name on the street. They thrust him from light unto darkness, And from the habitable earth cast him out. He hath no continuator, Nor successor among his people, And none is remaining in his dwellings. At this day westerns have been astonished And easterns have taken fright. Only these `are' tabernacles of the perverse, And this the place God hath not known.
Doth God pervert judgment? And doth the Mighty One pervert justice? If thy sons have sinned before Him, And He doth send them away, By the hand of their transgression,
Pray, call, is there any to answer thee? And unto which of the holy ones dost thou turn? For provocation slayeth the perverse, And envy putteth to death the simple, I -- I have seen the perverse taking root, And I mark his habitation straightway, Far are his sons from safety, And they are bruised in the gate, And there is no deliverer. Whose harvest the hungry doth eat, And even from the thorns taketh it, And the designing swallowed their wealth.
Remember, I pray thee, Who, being innocent, hath perished? And where have the upright been cut off? As I have seen -- ploughers of iniquity, And sowers of misery, reap it! From the breath of God they perish, And from the spirit of His anger consumed. The roaring of a lion, And the voice of a fierce lion, And teeth of young lions have been broken. An old lion is perishing without prey, And the whelps of the lioness do separate.
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Commentary on Job 13 Matthew Henry Commentary
Chapter 13
Job here comes to make application of what he had said in the foregoing chapter; and now we have him not in so good a temper as he was in then: for,
Job 13:1-12
Job here warmly expresses his resentment of the unkindness of his friends.
Job 13:13-22
Job here takes fresh hold, fast hold, of his integrity, as one that was resolved not to let it go, nor suffer it to be wrested from him. His firmness in this matter is commendable and his warmth excusable.
Job 13:23-28
Here,