And all the days of Lamech were seven hundred seventy and seven years: and he died.
Ver. 31. And he died.] Death is that mistress of the world that will not be courted, nor yet cast off, by any. Hesiod may tell of Nectar and Ambrosia, the sweet wines of the gods, that will make men immortal. Pliny may prattle of the herb Moly, which hath virtue to make an old man young. Historians may write of certain fortunate islands where men live to an incredible age. But where lives that man that sees not death at length? See Trapp on " Gen 5:5 " See Trapp on " Gen 5:8 " See Trapp on " Gen 5:17 "