Wesley Corpus

Chapter VI Job shews that he has reason to complain, ver. 1 - 7. He compassionately wishes for death, ver. 8 - 13. Reproves his friends for their uncharitable censures, ver. 14 - 30. My grief - The cause of my grief. Weighed - Were fully understood, and duly considered. O that I had an equal judge! that would understand my case, and consider whether I have not cause for complaints. Together - Together with any other most heavy thing to be put into the other scale. Sea - Which is heavier than dry sand. Swallowed - My voice and spirit fail me. I cannot find, or utter words sufficient to express my sorrow or misery. Arrows - So he fitly calls his afflictions, because, like arrows, they came upon him swiftly and suddenly one after another, immediately shot by God into his spirit. Poison - Implying that these arrows were more keen than ordinary, being dipped in God's wrath, as the barbarous nations used to dip their arrows in poison, that they might not only pierce, but burn up and consume the vital parts. Drinketh - Exhausteth and consumeth my soul. In array - They are like a numerous army, who invade me on every side. This was the sorest part of his calamity, wherein he was an eminent type of Christ, who complained most of the sufferings of his soul. Now is my soul troubled. My soul is exceeding sorrowful. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me Indeed trouble of mind is the sorest trouble. A wounded spirit who can bear. Doth, &c. - Even the brute beasts, when they have convenient food, are quiet and contented. So it is no wonder that you complain not, who live in ease and prosperity, any more than I did, when I wanted nothing. Can, &c. - Do men use to eat unsavoury meats with delight, or without complaint Men commonly complain of their meat when it is but unsavoury, how much more when it is so bitter as mine is The things, &c. - The sense may be, those grievous afflictions, which I dreaded the very thought of, are now my daily, though sorrowful bread. Destroy - To end my days and calamities together. Harden - I would bear up with courage under all my torments, with the hopes of death, and blessedness after death.