Chap. 7. An ExpolitioaHpon the Book of J OB. Verf. 5. 593 is, to lie all night telling the clock, callinif6r day, and tolling to and fro, praife God for quiet nights,and pity thofe towhomwea.. aifome nights are appointed. JOB Chap. 7. verf. 5, 6,78. My fief's is cloathedwith wormes, and clodsofduff, my skin is bro- ken, and become loatbfome. My days are fwifter then a Weavers fhxttle, and are fpent with - out hope. 0 remember that my life is wind, mine eye fhall no more fee good. The eye ofhim that bathfeen me;(hallfieme no more ; thine eyes are upon me, and I am not. \[ ]E have feen yob in this Chapter confirming his former / defires of death. a. From the general condition ofman-kind, v. I. a. From the condition of,fomeparticular man, v. z. And 3. From his own prefent condition, which he draws forth in the 3, 4, 5, and 6, verfes. The thirdand the fourth verfes have beenalready opened. In this fifth he gives usa further defcriptionofhimfelf,and fuch a one, as might well allure us, that his .reftlefs nights were nor without reafon, Myflefh it cloatbed&c. As ifhe had Paid, if you think I am thus unquiet without caufe,then behold my body,look. upon me, and fee what a pitiful fpeóacle I am, M) flefb it cloa tbedwith worms, my skin is broken,and become loatbfome. Thefe words give us jobspillure, here is his delineation and pourtralure,as he was under thehand of God. Theywho would take jobspi ure, as, in the dayofhisafflic& ions, muttdraw him, thus, i man cloatbedwith warmer andclods of duff,there's bit gar- ment ; bis skin fcabbyand difcolour'd, full of chaps and running fores, angry biles and enflamed ulcers, bis pofhere, lying on the ground,fcrapingbimfelfwith apet(heard. , MyfleJh is ciao:bedwith wormer, "Pope"eynee doshen corpus Mÿ floor. ] That is my body, by a ,yynechdocbe and the inPielBjber word which we tranflateflefb 1 rings from a root, or bath neare 1amfir al: vongel;ua. relation
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