21 Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppresest me.
If I sinned, then Thou hast observed me, And from mine iniquity dost not acquit me, 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. Thou renewest Thy witnesses against me, And dost multiply Thine anger with me, Changes and warfare `are' with me.
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.
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!
A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue? For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth: And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print, And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round, Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment. My way He hedged up, and I pass not over, And on my paths darkness He placeth. Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth 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.