John Trapp on Psalms 22:15

Verſ. 15. My ſtrength is dried up like a potſheard] My ſpirits are utterly ſpent,Viror met[illegible: 2 letters]. Humidum radicale membra in [illegible: 1 word] conglutinans. Abon-Ezra▪ my naturall moiſture quite waſted and dryed up; ſo that I am even like a skin-bottle in the [illegible: 1 word], &c. For my ſtrength, ſome read my palar.

And my Tongue eleaveth to my jaws] That which [illegible: 1 letter]eedeth and facilitateth the motion of the tongue in ſpeech is exhauſted. Conſider here the greatneſſe of the divine diſpleaſure poured upon Chriſt our ſuerty: Words are too weak to utter it.

And thom haft brought mee into the duſt of death] Here is the utmoſt of our Saviours humiliation. Whilſt alive hee was a worm and no man; but now hee is lower; for a living dog is better than a dead Lion, ſaith Solomon. O humble Saviour, whither wilt thou deſcend? Oh that the ſame mind might bee in us, that was in Chriſt Jeſus, &c.