Job 17:16 - Hawker's Poor Man's Commentary

Bible Comments

(11) My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart. (12) They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness. (13) If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness. (14) I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister. (15) And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it? (16) They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.

There are two sweet thoughts of Job contained in these verses, which very highly merit our regard. The first is, of the alliance man hath with corruption; and the other is, of the conduct which should be ever preserved among those, who have worms for their nearest relations. Sweet were Paul's thoughts on the same subject, when he protested to the Corinthian church that he died daily. 1 Corinthians 15:31. And how affectionately doth Job close his address in this chapter toward his friends, notwithstanding all the harsh lectures which they had been reading to him. They shall go down to the bars of the pit, (that is, we shall, saith Job, along with all mankind), and there we shall rest together in the dust. What though we cannot agree here; in that silent home the wicked cease from troubling. However in life men differ; in death contention ceaseth. Blessed consideration to the believer in JESUS! Though, sin brought death into the world, JESUS by taking out the sting of death, hath put a blessing into death. 'Blessed, ' said a voice from heaven, 'are the dead which die in the LORD. Yea, saith the SPIRIT, ' as if confirming the glorious truth, 'for they rest from their labors, and their works do follow them.' Revelation 14:13.

Job 17:11-16

11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughtsf of my heart.

12 They change the night into day: the light is shortg because of darkness.

13 If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

14 I have saidh to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.

15 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

16 They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.