Matthew Poole and continuators on Jeremiah 4:19

19 ¶ My bowels, my bowels , I am pained at my very heart , my heart maketh a noise in me, I cannot hold my peace , because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet , the alarm of war.

Here begins the woful complaint of, and the great trouble the Prophet was in, upon the consideration of these things, crying out as one even under great pain and torment, doubling his words for want of vent, thereby expressing the excess of his sorrow, which in words was inexpressable, the like 2 Sam. 18.33. which sorrow of his he expresseth, chap. 9.1, 10.

Heb. The walls of my heart, or my heart strings, that surrounded and encompassed my heart, are ready to break; he may possibly allude to their encompassing the walls of Ierusalem: Or, the proper meaning is my heart is ready to break, the LXX rendereth it doth beat or p[illegible: 1 letter]nt.

Is disturbed within me, I can have no rest nor quiet within, Iob 30.27. Lam. 1.20.

I cannot forbear my complaints, I am so troubled and grieved, Iob 7.11. Isa. 22.4.

i. e. I have heard in the spirit of Prophesie, it is as certain, as if I now heard the trumpet sounding, and the alarm of war beating up.

Marginal references: Isa. 1[illegible: 1 letter].5. and 16.11. and 21.3. and 22.4.; Heb. the walls of my heart.