(21) Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me. (22) Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
Nothing could have been more moving than this address. Surely if the hearts of Job's friends had been capable of any feeling, they would have ceased their persecution. Precious JESUS! how delightful is it to view thee in thy clemency and love, who art a brother born for adversity.