Chap. 7. .fin Expsfstionupen the Bock of JOB. Verf. r 6 643 My dayes art vanity: He faith not, my dayes are vaine, but they arevao-nity. My day: are Hebel,which figni£es a vaine,light thing,a bubble on the Iva- Aveilo Halal ter,or a breath of the mouth,rny dayes are but a breath,or a puffe. pod ell TV- The root imports, van:fhing ordifappearing, theJIM almcft un- nefcere. Rem perceiveablebreath of little infant,whichwillfear%e move a tea. danorot qut ther. Mats my dayes are fleeting and vaniflfin vain, yea vanity, qu;C- y Y g> > y Y piosi, aurqu.e they have no confiflency in them, O then ceafehorn me, and let e.ro deftaar,eue me do what vanity mutt, vanifh out of tight. Hence obferlte; flatus, qui exit Firfl, That which a manloatheth,he longs to be rid of, I loath it aloe, ficenirn 1 would not live alway, When a man loathes his fin,then he faith,/ hokum umoppifon- wouldnot fin alway. I would be eafed of this burden of corrupti- yak on, 0wretched man that 1 am, wbo fhaN deliver me from this body of death.Whén a man delights in fin,he would fin alway,he th tt'ks he can never have enough of finning:it is fo in any other inftance ;. where once alfeUion is alienated, we would be efiranged, and ta- ken offfrom converfation : We care not to be with that from which our hearts are departed, Affoon as ever Amnon had defiled, he loathes his filler, and afhoon as he loathed her, he turned her out ofdoors, ArdAmnonPaid unto her be gone, 2 Sam. 13. 15. He that loathes his life, is glad when a door is open for its depot- ture: I loath it, I wouldnot live alway. Secondly; obferve, Trouble makes a little time feem long. He had faid b.fore, that his life was fwifter' than a Weavers Jhuttle, now I would not live alway, Ohow long is my life, how tedious ! He looks upon it, as if it were a kind ofeternity, as if his life would never have an end, never be done, I would not live alway. Pain makes every hour a day, and every day a moneth, and every rnoneth a yeare, yea an age. Rethinks his life will never end, whole ofli. elion doth not ; he thinks he tlaall never die, becaufe his troubles live. Every man is ready to fay, he lives too long when he lives not as he would: Thè fouls under the Altar, cryed out (Revel. 6, Haw long Lord, has long, Lord,.. wilt thou ceafe to avenge, &c. ofour good dayes we complain, Row floors Lord, howPort ? And of our evil dayes wecry out,How long Lord, bow long ? This is a long day, and this a long nightindeed, this is a long fit, this is a long day, and this a long night indeed,thisis a long fit, this is a lafli ngafílit ion. As theeternity. which we ¡hall bavein Heaa Nnn n vett
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