6 If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease—what goeth from me? 7 Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company, 8 And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth. 9 His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me. 10 They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves. 11 God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over. 12 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. 13 Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall. 14 He breaketh me—breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one. 15 Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn. 16 My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids 'is' death-shade.

Matthew Henry's Commentary on Job 16:6-16

Commentary on Job 16:6-16

(Read Job 16:6-16)

Here is a doleful representation of Job's grievances. What reason we have to bless God, that we are not making such complaints! Even good men, when in great troubles, have much ado not to entertain hard thoughts of God. Eliphaz had represented Job as unhumbled under his affliction: No, says Job, I know better things; the dust is now the fittest place for me. In this he reminds us of Christ, who was a man of sorrows, and pronounced those blessed that mourn, for they shall be comforted.