Ezekiel 21:2

2 Fils de l'homme, tourne ta face vers Jérusalem, Et parle contre les lieux saints! Prophétise contre le pays d'Israël!

Ezekiel 21:2 Meaning and Commentary

Ezekiel 21:11

What [is] my strength, that I should hope?
&c.] For a perfect restoration of health, suggested by Eliphaz; since it was so sadly weakened by the present affliction, which made death more desirable than life lengthened out in so much weakness, pain, and sorrow; or "that I should bear" F23, such a weight and heavy load that lay upon him, and crushed him, and to which his strength was not equal; or continue and endure F24;

what [is] mine end, that I should prolong my life?
what end can be answered by living, or desiring a long life? His children were gone, and none left to take care of and provide for; his substance was taken away from him, so that he had not to support himself, nor to be useful to others, to the poor; he had lost all power, authority, and influence, among men, and could be no more serviceable by his counsel and advice, and by the administration of justice and equity as a civil magistrate; and as to religious matters, he was reckoned an hypocrite and a wicked man by his friends, and had lost his character and interest as a good man; and so for him to live could answer no valuable end, and, therefore, he desires to die; for what is here, and in ( Job 6:12 Job 6:13 ) said, contain reasons of his above request.


FOOTNOTES:

F23 (lxya yk) (oti upomenw) , Sept. "ut sustineam", V. L.
F24 "Ut durem", Junius & Tremellius.

Ezekiel 21:2 In-Context

1 Et la parole de l'Eternel me fut adressée, en ces mots:
2 Fils de l'homme, tourne ta face vers Jérusalem, Et parle contre les lieux saints! Prophétise contre le pays d'Israël!
3 Tu diras au pays d'Israël: Ainsi parle l'Eternel: Voici, j'en veux à toi, Je tirerai mon épée de son fourreau, Et j'exterminerai du milieu de toi le juste et le méchant.
4 Parce que je veux exterminer du milieu de toi le juste et le méchant, Mon épée sortira de son fourreau, Pour frapper toute chair, Du midi au septentrion.
5 Et toute chair saura Que moi, l'Eternel, j'ai tiré mon épée de son fourreau. Elle n'y rentrera plus.
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