John Trapp on Job 9:18

Verſe 18. He will not ſuffer me to take my breath] I am ſo far from a period, that I have no pauſe of my troubles. I cannot get any interspiria's, or free breathing-whiles. See chap. 7.19. And in the former verſe he had complained, that God had ſtormed him. Interim per Pathos, ſaith Mercer; here he returns to his old practice of expoſtulating about the greatneſſe of his grief, and ſpares not to hyperbolize. Beda, and others underſtand this text of a bodily diſtemper upon Job, which had made him ſhort-winded. And Lavater hath this good note here, Hoc cogitandum nobis eſt &c. Let this text be thought upon when our ſpirits begin to ſink; as alſo when by reaſon of the Ptiſick, or any other like diſeaſe, we feel a difficulty of breathing, and a ſtraitening of our pectorals, or be otherwiſe compaſſed about with great ſorrows.

But filleth me with bitterneſſe] Heb. He ſatiateth me with bitterneſſes, i. e. with ſore and ſharp afflictions, which are no way joyous, but grievous to the fleſh, Heb. 12.11. Job had his belly-full of gall and worm-wood: he had not only a draught or two, but a diet-drink made him of moſt bitter ingredients. Of this he complaineth heavily: what then will the wicked do that muſt ſuck up the dregs of Gods cup, Pſalm 78.8. which hath eternity to the bottom?