Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this [is] a grief, and I must bear it.
Ver. 19. Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous.] This is the moan that people make when in distress, and they find it so. But what after a while of paining?
Truly this is my grief, and I must bear it,] i.e., Bear it off, as well as I may, by head and shoulders, or bear up under it, and rub through it, wearing it out as well as I can; when things are at worst, they mend again. Crosses, as they had a time to come in, so they must have a time to go out, &c. This is not patience, but pertinace, the "strength of stones and flesh of brass"; Job 6:12 it draweth on more weight of plagues and punishments. God liketh not this indolence, this stupidity, this despising of his corrections, as he calleth it; Heb 12:5 such shall be made to cry, when God bindeth them, Job 36:11 as here.