John Trapp on Job 7:11

Verſe 11. Therefore I will not refraine my mouth.] Heb. I will not prohibite my month, ſc. from ſpeaking, I will bite in my grief no longer: but, ſith death, the certaine end of all outward troubles, is not farre from mee; I will by my further complaints, preſſe the Lord to haſten it, and not ſuppreſſe my ſorrowes, but give them a vent.

I will ſpeake in the anguiſh of my ſpirit] Heb. In the ſtraitneſſe or diſtreſſe of my ſpirit, which is almoſt ſuffocated with grief.

I will complaine in the bitterneſſe my ſoul.] his greateſt troubles were inward: and if by godly ſorrow for his ſinnes he had powred forth his ſoule in an humble confeſſion (as ſome underſtand him here) he had taken a right courſe: but thus boiſterouſly to break out into complaints, ſavoureth of humane infirmity, and ſheweth quantae ſint hominis vires ſibi à Deo derelicti, what a poor creature man is when God leaveth him to himſelf,Mercer. and ſubjecteth him to his judgments.