John Trapp on Psalms 141:7

Verſ. 7 Our bones are ſcattered at the graves mouth] i. e. I and company are in a dying condition, free among the dead; yea, if taken wee ſhould be put to moſt cruel deaths, Non una & ſimplici morte contenti ſunt. hewn in peeces, or pulled limbmeal, and left unburied; and our dead bodies mangled by a barbarous inhumanity, as wood-cleavers make the ſhivers flye hither and thither. This is the perillous caſe of mee, and my partiſans.