Job 19:21
Douay-Rheims
Have pity on me, have pity on me, at least you my friends, because the hand of the Lord hath touched me.
Basil of Caesarea
The noble Job in his harsh adversity cried out in blame not misery.
That is to say, 'You're meant to be merciful not unjustly reproach me! Instead you assail me and overwhelm a man with whose sufferings you ought to show sympathy for friendship's sake.
Source details
A.D. 379 · on Job 19:21
Imported from an open dataset — not yet checked against the printed edition.