And a [certain] man drew a bow at a venture, and smote the king of Israel between the joints of the harness: wherefore he said unto the driver of his chariot, Turn thine hand, and carry me out of the host; for I am wounded.
Ver. 34. Drew a bow at a venture.] Heb., In his simplicity, or with all his might; as did also that cursed cuirassier heavily armed cavalry soldier, that killed the late gallant king of Sweden, whom yet he knew but too well, saying when he shot him, This is the right bird.
For I am wounded.] Heb., Made sick. And now what joy could Ahab's black soul, ready to depart, have of his ivory house? Who had not rather be a Micaiah in the jail than Ahab in the chariot? Wicked men have the advantage of the way, godly men of the end.