He tears me down on every side until I am gone; He uproots my hope like a tree.
He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree. (f) Which is plucked up, and has no more hope to grow.
Job 19:7-11 7 Behold I cry violence, and I am not heard; I cry for help, and there is no justice. 8 My way He hath fenced round, that I cannot pass over, And He hath set darkness on my paths. 9 He hath stripped me of mine honour, And taken away the crown from my head.
Commenting on Job 19:7-11
Bildad had very disingenuously perverted Job's complaints by making them the description of the miserable condition of a wicked man; and yet he repeats them here, to move their pity, and to work upon their good nature, if they had any left in them. I. He complains of the tokens of God's displeasure which he was under, and which infused the wormwood and gall into the affliction and misery.
Commenting on Job 19:8-22