8 Thy hands have bound me together and made me as one, round about; yet dost thou swallow me up! 9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as clay, and wilt bring me into dust again. 10 Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese? 11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews; 12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy care hath preserved my spirit; 13 And these things didst thou hide in thy heart; I know that this was with thee.
Matthew Henry's Commentary on Job 10:8-13
Commentary on Job 10:8-13
(Read Job 10:8-13)
Job seems to argue with God, as if he only formed and preserved him for misery. God made us, not we ourselves. How sad that those bodies should be instruments of unrighteousness, which are capable of being temples of the Holy Ghost! But the soul is the life, the soul is the man, and this is the gift of God. If we plead with ourselves as an inducement to duty, God made me and maintains me, we may plead as an argument for mercy, Thou hast made me, do thou new-make me; I am thine, save me.