My heart panted, fearfulness affrighted me: the night of my pleasure hath he turned into fear unto me.
Ver. 4. My heart panted.] Or, Fluttereth to and fro, as not able to keep in its place. Viro impio calamitatibus presso nihil desperatius est. Nothing is more hopeless and crest fallen than a wicked man in distress: for what reason? his life and hopes end together.
The night of my pleasure hath he turned into fear.] That dreadful and dismal night, Dan 5:1-31 intended for a revelling night, and dedicated to the honour of Shac: but the handwriting on the wall and the irruption of the Persians marred the mirth.