Job 7

Job 7:2

As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow.

As a servant longeth after the approach of the night; when all things are shaded in a common darkness.

Job 7:5

My flesh is clothed with worms and with clods of dust.

My flesh, beyond all the ordinary condition of other men, is, even in my life-time, annoyed with worms, that grow in my ulcerous sores; and with cloddy scabs, that fall off from me.

Job 7:12

Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?

Am I as some boisterous or raging sea, or some huge unruly whale, that thou shouldst need to set such bounds of restraint upon me, and hold me in from passing out of this my limited misery?

Job 7:15

So that my soul chooseth strangling.

So that my soul would rather, if I might have my free choice, wish to have my sorrow ended with a present despatch by strangling, than thus to linger in continual torment.

Job 7:19

How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

How long shall it be, ere thou wilt release thy heavy hand, that is upon me; and give me but so much respite, as while a man may swallow down his spittle!

Job 7:21

For now I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.

For now I am dying; and, when that brunt is past, if thou wouldst make further use of me, for the manifesting of thy power and my patience, I shall not be at all. VIII. 11, 12, 13. Can a rush grow up without mire? can the flag grow without water? Whilst it is yet in his greenness, and not cut down, it withereth, &c. And the hope of the hypocrite shall perish. Look how ordinary a thing it is, for the rush that grows up without mire, or the flag that sprouts up without water, to wither and die without any hand cutting it off; so usual a thing it is with God to cause the ungrounded hypocrite to perish, after all the vain hopes that his profession have raised.