...Smoke j my Heart is fmitren, and withereth like Grafs, fo that I forget to cat my Bread j by reafbn of the Voice of my Groaning, my Bones cleave to my Skin. Mine Enemies reproach me all the Day, and they that arc mad againfl me have fworn (e) againft me. My...

...rfjfliftion. My Courage fails ; my Spirits ar-e wafted by the Greacnefs of my Sorrow ; by reafon of the Vo\ce of my Groaning, my Bones cleave to my Skin : I am like a Pelican in the Wilderncfs, a lonely, folitary Creature. / watch, and em like a Sparrow upon the Houfe Top :...

...thee. • Now pen the verse thoii'st marked here, And then I'll answer thcr." Pialmcn. 6, 7, 8—1 am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am like, an...desert, I watch, and am as a sparrow alone upon the house top. • Mine enemies reproach me all the day; and they that are mad against me are sworn against...

...; so that I forget to eat my 5 bread. By reason of the voice of my groaning 1 am .vo reduced 6 that my bones cleave to my skin. I am like a pelican of the wilderness : I am like an owl, or bittern, of the desert ; I shun 7 all company, and mourn in secret. I watch, and am as a sparrow...

...answer me speedily. For my days are consumed like 4 smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth. My heart is smitten, and withered like grass ; so that I forget to eat my 5 bread. By reason of the voice of my groaning I am so reduced 6 that my bones cleave to my skin. I...

...cannot think of any earthly comforts ; no, not so much as of my necessary sus-' tenauce. . , CII. 6 I am like a pelican of the wilderness : I am like an owl of the desert. wilderness ; where, either none heareth them, or those that da hear them hate their noise as portending...

...unto thee. Hide not thy face from me in the day when I am in trouble ; incline thine ear unto me. My heart is smitten, and withered like grass ; so that I forget to eat my bread," &c. After the psalmist had thus described the case of the afflicted, he brings to mind the following...

...for past sins, a remedy for present temptations) and a preservative against future. Psa. cii. 4. My heart is smitten, and withered like grass ; so that I forget to eat my bread. The humble and afflicted soul is not much concerned to please appetite. Luke. vi. 25. Wo unto you,...

...no, not so much as of my necessary sustenance. CII. 4 So that I forget to eat my bread. CII. 6 Iam like a pelican of the wilderness: I am like an owl of the desert. I am left and forsaken of all; and live, like one of those solitary and dismal birds, which shriek out...

...like dry wood. I am cut down like grass : my heart is withered : because I have forgotten to eat 5 my bread. By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones 6 have cleaved to my flesh. I am become like a pelican of the de7 sert : I am like a night hawk on...