John Trapp on Job 7:19

Verſe 19.Pſalm 139.10. How long wilt thou not depart from me?] Here he ſeems deſirous to be rid of Gods company; of his afflicting preſenſe: ſo true is that of the Apoſtle, Heb. 12.11. No chaſtening for the preſent ſeemeth to be joyous, but grievous, till patience come to have her perfect work; and men be brought to cry out, as one did under a great fit of the ſtone, The uſe Lord, the uſe; not ſo much eaſe of my pain, as a good uſe of my ſuffering; this Job came to at length, no doubt: mean while, we have in him, as Mercer obſerveth, mirum ubique ſpecimen, a wonderful inſtance of that conflict between Fleſh and Spirit that is in the Saints.

Nor let me alone, till I may ſwallow down my ſpittle] That is, not afford me the leaſt intermiſſion, no not a ſpitting-while. He will not ſuffer me to take my breath, chap 9.18. Hierome thinks that Job was troubled with a ſquinſey or ſore throat, which hindred the ſwallowing of his ſpittle; neither had he power to ſpit out the corrupt matter that ran down his throat. Oh what a ſweet mercy is health! and how ill able are the beſt without ſpecial ſupport from heaven to bear ſickneſs! the Stoicks, who ſaid, that he who lived honeſtly might live chearfully though under may bodily weakneſſes, ſenſerunt ipſi in morbis ſe magnificentius locutos eſſe quàm verius, ſaith one;Wolſi[illegible: 2 letters]. that is, when it came to their own turn to be ſick, they well perceived, that they had ſpoken rather bravely then truely.