Chap. 7.. 11n ExpofitiontspontheBoòkon OB. Vert: g. d r Verfe 9. GIs the cloud is confumed and vanifhëth away fo- he that goeth down to the grave Pall come up no more. ro. He/hall return no more to his hhofe ; neither All! his place know him any more." Jobhavingmoved the Lord to takenotice of,andcompaffìonate his tranfitory condition, his life being but like the hafiningwind, He gives us another comparifon to the fame fence and purpofe There, his life was but wind, and here iris but a cloud, At the aloud is confumedand vanifheth away, fo he thatgoeth down to the grave,Jhallcome up no more, &c. The cloud] in a natural notion, is a thickand a molt' vapour, drawn up from the earth, by the heat of the Sun, to the middle regionof the aire, and by the coldnefs of that heaven= ly country ( where fnow and haile, ére. are made and ftor'd up ) is further condens'd, congeald and thickn'd, and fo hangs or moves partly from natural caufes, the Sun and wind, butefpeci - ally by fupernatural,themighty power and appointment of God, like an huge mountain in the air. To this cloud Job compares the vanifhing a of this life. As the e d ( fuch a cloud, as you fee hanging in the aire ) is ;-i' confumed, or fpent : The fame word is ufed at the 6. Verfe, My life isfpent without hope. A cloud comes to it's height, and then j`! 'tis quicklydifperft andvaniJhedaway ;The letter ofthe Hebrew is, Itgoeth or walketh away. The walk of the clouds is aceor 4,411lav :t, ò ding to the walk of the winds,we call it the Rack of the clouds. pperlinleder: When the Heavens are ( as it were ) all masked with clou'ds,and a black vail or curtain drawn between us and the Sun, the winds evonefcen. té8srs intateu t9a in a little time,diffipate and fcatter them. tíbtre,e. It is ufual inScripture to compare thofe things,s hich are vani= Thing,& fuddenly confumad,to clouds:In which fnce(Ifai.44.22) the fins ofthe Saints are compared to acloud,and the pardoning of their fins to thisconfuming and fcattering ofthe cloud;Ihave blot- red out as a thickcloud thy tranfgrefons, and as a cloud thy fins. A cloud is but a kind ofa blot in the pure parchment -roll of the skies, lam Cure a cloud of fin is a foule blot in the roll of our lives. Blot a faire writing, and you cannot read it ; but blot out the blots,and then 'tis legible again : yet,the blotting out of fin, intimates it fair written, as an evidence or a record againfl us, Iiii2 ' till
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