And a [certain] man drew a bow at a venture, and smote the king of Israel between the joints of the harness: therefore he said to his chariot man, Turn thine hand, that thou mayest carry me out of the host; for I am wounded.
Ver. 33. Between the joints of the harness.] The hand of Heaven carrying the arrow to that very place. As when God will save a man, a book in his bosom, the money in his purse, the buckle of his girdle shall preserve him from the deadly thrust, or shot.
For I am wounded.] Heb., I am sick, or weary. Perhaps he would have concealed his deadly wound from his chariot man; but
“ Eυρε Fεος τον αλιτρον. ”
His "sin had now found him out"; and, as stout hearted as he was, death seized him. For,