15 Terrors are turned loose against me;
they chase my dignity away like the wind,
and my prosperity has passed by like a cloud.
16 Now my life is poured out before me,
and days of suffering have seized me.
17 Night pierces my bones,
but my gnawing pains never rest.
18 My clothing is distorted with great force;
he chokes me by the neck of my garment.
19 He throws me into the mud,
and I have become like dust and ashes.
20 I cry out to you for help, but you do not answer me;
when I stand up, you merely look at me.
21 You have turned against me with cruelty;
you harass me with your strong hand.
22 You lift me up on the wind and make me ride it;
you scatter me in the storm.
23 Yes, I know that you will lead me to death—
the place appointed for all who live.
24 Yet no one would stretch out his hand
against a ruined person
when he cries out to him for help
because of his distress.
25 Have I not wept for those who have fallen on hard times?
Has my soul not grieved for the needy?
26 But when I hoped for good, evil came;
when I looked for light, darkness came.
27 I am churning within and cannot rest;
days of suffering confront me.
28 I walk about blackened, but not by the sun.
I stood in the assembly and cried out for help.
29 I have become a brother to jackals
and a companion of ostriches.
30 My skin blackens and flakes off,
and my bones burn with fever.
31 My lyre is used for mourning
and my flute for the sound of weeping.
they chase my dignity away like the wind,
and my prosperity has passed by like a cloud.
16 Now my life is poured out before me,
and days of suffering have seized me.
17 Night pierces my bones,
but my gnawing pains never rest.
18 My clothing is distorted with great force;
he chokes me by the neck of my garment.
19 He throws me into the mud,
and I have become like dust and ashes.
20 I cry out to you for help, but you do not answer me;
when I stand up, you merely look at me.
21 You have turned against me with cruelty;
you harass me with your strong hand.
22 You lift me up on the wind and make me ride it;
you scatter me in the storm.
23 Yes, I know that you will lead me to death—
the place appointed for all who live.
24 Yet no one would stretch out his hand
against a ruined person
when he cries out to him for help
because of his distress.
25 Have I not wept for those who have fallen on hard times?
Has my soul not grieved for the needy?
26 But when I hoped for good, evil came;
when I looked for light, darkness came.
27 I am churning within and cannot rest;
days of suffering confront me.
28 I walk about blackened, but not by the sun.
I stood in the assembly and cried out for help.
29 I have become a brother to jackals
and a companion of ostriches.
30 My skin blackens and flakes off,
and my bones burn with fever.
31 My lyre is used for mourning
and my flute for the sound of weeping.
Commentary
(the following is from Matthew Henry's Concise Commentary, 1706 -- www.christianity.com)
"Job complains a great deal. Harboring hard thoughts of God was the sin which did, at this time, most easily beset Job.
There is something with which Job comforts himself, yet it is but a little. He foresees that death will be the end of all his troubles. God's wrath might bring him to death; but his soul would be safe and happy in the world of spirits. Let us look more to the things of eternity: then the believer will cease from mourning, and joyfully praise redeeming love."
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