John Trapp on Job 10:1

CHAP. X. Verſe 1. My ſoul is weary of my life.]

BEcauſe it is a lifeleſſe life. Mortis habet vires, a death more like. Life is ſweet, and every creature maketh much of it, from the higheſt Angel in heaven, to the loweſt worm on earth. The Scripture ſetteth it forth as a ſweet mercy, Gen. 45.28. Lam. 3.39. Esth. 7.3. Jer. 39.18. and 45.5. But God can ſo imbitter it with outward and inward troubles, that it ſhall become a burthen. I am weary of my life (ſaith good Rebecca, Gen. 27.46.) and what good ſhall my life do me? David forced to be in bad company, cryes, Oh that I had the wings of a dove &c. Wo is me that I ſojourn in Meſhech &c. Elias fleeing from Jezabel, requeſted for himſelf that he might dye, ſaying, It is enough Lord, take away my life, for I am not better then my fathers, 1 Kings 19.4. No:Heb. 1[illegible: 1 letter]. but God had provided ſome better thing for him (as the Apoſtle ſpeaketh in another caſe) for he was ſhortly after tranſlated and taken out of the reach both of Jezabel whom he feared, and of death which he deſired; Sed multi magni viri, ſub Eliae junipero ſedent, ſaith one, Many good men ſit under Eli[illegible: 1 letter]s his juniper, wiſhing to be out of the world, if God were ſo pleaſed, that they might reſt from their labours, and be rid of their many burdens and bondages; as in the mean while, they rather endure life then deſire it, as holding it little better then hell, were it not for the hopes they have of heaven hereafter.

I will leave my complaint upon my ſelf] Liberty I will take to complain, whatever come of it. I will lay the reins in the neck, and let my paſſions have their full ſwinge at my peril. See the like chap. 13.3. Verùm Job hac in re nimius, ſaith Mercer, but Job was too blame in doing and ſaying thus; and it is to be attributed to the infirmity of his fleſh, wherewith, although the ſpirit do notably combat, yet the fleſh ſeemeth ſometimes, and in ſome ſort to get the better; Nimis augusta res eſt, [illegible: 2 letters]ſpaim errare, ſaith one;Barclai. Euphorm. Triste mortalitatis privilegium eſt; licere aliquando peccare, ſaith another. The ſnow-like ſwan hath black legs: and in many things we offend all: Gold is not to be refuſed becauſe it wanteth ſome grains, and hath a crack &c.

I will ſpeak in the bitterneſſe of my ſoul] And ſo ſeek to eaſe my grief by giving a vent unto it. But it is evident, that ſuch out-burſts and overflowings of the gall and ſpleen come from a fulneſſe of bad humours.