John Trapp on Job 7:6

Verſe 6. My dayes are [illegible: 1 span] ] Which is of a very ſwift and ſudden motion. Nights and dayes paſſe the [illegible: 1 word] of [illegible: 1 word] life forward and backward, to and again. The right caſts it to the day, and the day to the night; between theſe two, time quickly weares off the threed of life. I [illegible: 1 word] cut off like a weaver, my life ſaith good Hezekiah, Iſa. 38.12. And the [illegible: 1 span] this in their fiction of the three ſiſter-Deſtinies, whereof the Poet ſaith, Clotho colum bajulat, Lacheſi[illegible: 1 letter] trahi[illegible: 1 letter], Atropos [illegible: 1 word]

You that are weavers, ſaith Lavater, [illegible: 1 span] of this text, and learn to live holily.

And they are ſpent without hope] Heb. in not hope. I cannot [illegible: 1 word] that I ſhall ever recover, or be [illegible: 1 word]: whatever thou, O Elip[illegible: 3 letters], haſt, [illegible: 1 word] about [illegible: 1 word] put me in hope. All Jobs deſire was death, which he looked upon as the [illegible: 1 word] remedy of all.