Matthew Poole and continuators on Job 16:6

6. Though I speak , my grief is not asswag[illegible: 1+ letters]d: and though I forbear, what am I eased ?

To God by Prayer; or to you in way of discourse: I find no relief. Iob having reproved his Friends for their unkind carriage towards him, and aggravated it by his resolutions to have dealt more friendl[illegible: 1+ letters]ly with them, if they had been in his case; now he returns to his main business, to describe and aggravate his miseries, if by any means he could move his Friends to pity and help him.

Or, what part or grain of my grief or misery departeth from [illegible: 1 word]? I receive not one jot of ease. Neither speech nor silence do me any good.

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