And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
Ver. 16. And now my soul is poured out upon me] Now that I am under these inward terrors, I am become strengthless, even weak as water, my soul doth melt away for grief, as in Psalms 42:4, and I am as a hollow tree, wherein there is not any heart of oak; I am utterly dispirited.
The days of affliction have taken hold upon me] And so hard hold, that I despair of ever getting loose while I am alive.