John Trapp on Job 6:3

Verſe 3. For now it would b[illegible: 1 letter] heavier then the ſand of the ſea] How light ſoever thou, O Eliphaz, eſteemeſt it, as being in a proſperous condition. It is eaſie to ſwim in a warm bath: and every bird can ſing in a ſunſhine-day. But grief lieth like a load of lead upon the ſoule, heavy and cold; afflicting it, as an unſupportable burden doth the body. It ſo oppreſſed the poor Iſraelites in Egypt, that they had no mind to hearken to Moſes, E[illegible: 1 letter]e[illegible: 1 letter]d, 6.9. Solomon cryes out, A wounded ſpirit who can beare? Prov. 18.[illegible: 1 letter]4. My ſoule is very heavy, and exceeding ſorrowful, even unto death, ſaith our bleſſed Saviour, Matth 26.37, 38. then when the Father made all our ſins to meet upon him, and be bare our griefs and carried our ſorrowe[illegible: 1 letter], Iſa. 13.4, 12. Sure it is, that had he not been God as well as man, he had beene utterly cruſhed by that unconceivable weight of ſin and wrath that he then groaned under. Oh what will all Christ leſſ[illegible: 1 letter] perſons do in hell, where God ſhall lay upon them and not ſpare! they would faine fly out of his hand, Job 27.22. bur that cannot be.

Therefore my words are ſwallowed up] Vix loqui poſſum, vox faucibus haevet: I want words, which yet, if I had them at will, would be far too weak to utter the grief of my mind. Broughton rendreth it, Therefore my words fall ſhort, they are ſemeſa, ſaith Junius, half-eaten before ſpoken: I am (as it were) gagg'd with grief: or, my words are even ſmothered up with ſighs and ſobs. Thus Job rhetoricates, and yet thinkes himſelf greatly word-bound.