(1) В¶ My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. (2) I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.
Though there is in those verses much seeming impatience, yet when the mourner crieth out, Do not condemn me; is there not in the same voice, a cry for mercy and favor? Reader! how sweet is it in the afflictions of GOD'S redeemed, that in a thousand afflictions there is no curse. JESUS hath taken out the whole curse, when he was made a curse for his people. Oh! the soul-reviving, soul-comforting thought! Yes! thou dearest LORD, thou didst drink the cup of trembling; that thy people might drink the cup of salvation.