Matthew Poole and continuators on Job 30:22

22. Thou liftest me up to the wind : thou causest me to ride upon it , and dissolvest my substance r.

Thou doest not suffer me to rest or lie still for a moment, but disquietest me and exposest me to all sorts of storms and calamities; so that I am like chaff or stubble lifted up to the wind, and violently tossed hither and thither in the air, without the least stop or hindrance.

i. e. To be carried and hurried about by it

y By this restlessness and the vehemency of these winds, my Body is almost consumed and wasted, and my heart is melted within me.

Marginal references: Or, wisdom▪