John Trapp on Job 30:16

Verſe 16. And now my ſoul is powred out upon me] Now that I am under theſe inward terrors, I am become ſtrengthleſſe, even weak as water, my ſoul doth melt away for grief, as Pſal. 42.4. and I am as an hollow tree, wherein there is not any heart of Oak: I am utterly diſpirited.

The dares of affliction have taken hold upon me] And ſo hard hold, that I deſpair of ever getting looſe whiles alive.