8 Thy hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together round about, And Thou swallowest me up! 9 Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back. 10 Dost Thou not as milk pour me out? And as cheese curdle me? 11 Skin and flesh Thou dost put on me, And with bones and sinews dost fence me. 12 Life and kindness Thou hast done with me. And Thy inspection hath preserved my spirit. 13 And these Thou hast laid up in Thy heart, I have known that this 'is' with Thee.
Matthew Henry's Commentary on Job 10:8-13
Commentary on Job 10:8-13
(Read Job 10:8-13)
Job seems to argue with God, as if he only formed and preserved him for misery. God made us, not we ourselves. How sad that those bodies should be instruments of unrighteousness, which are capable of being temples of the Holy Ghost! But the soul is the life, the soul is the man, and this is the gift of God. If we plead with ourselves as an inducement to duty, God made me and maintains me, we may plead as an argument for mercy, Thou hast made me, do thou new-make me; I am thine, save me.