John Trapp on Lamentations 1:14

Ver. 14. The yoke of my tranſgreſſions is bound by his hand] Compactum eſt. Or, is bound upon his hand: that is, the Lord carrieth them in his continual remembrance.

They are wreathed] Wrapped and wreathed together as a ſtrong cord. My ſins are twiſted together, ſaith One, and ſadly accented: ſo are the puniſhments of my ſins, ſaith the Church here, neither can I get free: but as the heifer, by wriggling againſt the yoke, galleth her neck, ſo do I.

And come up upon my neck] Praeclarum ſcilicet monile, & torques, mearum virtutum index, & inſigne.

He hath made my ſtrength to fall] Heb. he hath cauſed my power to ſtumble, i. e. ſo to ſtumble, as to fall: for he who ſtumbleth and yet falleth not, getteth ground.

From whom I am not able to ariſe] Only God can raiſe me: and it is a work worthy of God, who Dejicit ut relevet: premit ut ſolatia praeſtet.