John Trapp on Job 17:11

Verſe 11. My dayes are paſt] q.d. Its paſt time of day for me to hope for a returne of a proſperous condition, ſith I am irrecoverably diſeaſed, and cannot be long of life.

My purpoſes are broken off.] Or, My thoughts are pluckt up by the roots. even the Poſſeſſions of mine heart. that is, thoſe thoughts that ſhould wholly poſſeſſe me, and take me up entirely, ſeizing upon my ſpirit; q.d. I am not now in caſe to think ſettledly and ſeriouſly of any good, my ſorrowes are ſo many, and my ſores ſo grievous. The Chaldee hath it, The Tables of my heart are broken. How fooliſh then are they who put off their repentance till they are caſt upon their ſick-beds, when they may ſoon find enough to do to attend the paine and infirmity of their bodies? To ſuffer and be ſick, (ſaith One) is work enough for any man at one time: he had not need to have his greateſt work to do, when he hath ſuch work to do.