13 his archers surround me. Without pity, he pierces my kidneys and spills my gall on the ground.
13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
13 his archers surround me. He slashes open my kidneys and does not spare; he pours out my gall on the ground.
13 then rounded up archers to shoot at me. Merciless, they shot me full of arrows; bitter bile poured from my gut to the ground.
13 His archers surround me. He pierces my heart and does not pity; He pours out my gall on the ground.
13 and now his archers surround me. His arrows pierce me without mercy. The ground is wet with my blood.
Matthew Henry's Commentary on Job 16:13
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.