From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate [and] faint all the day.
Ver. 13. From above hath he sent fire into my bones.] Like as when the marrow and natural moisture is dried up by a violent fever; or rather, as when the solid parts of bodies below are lightning-struck from above, and scorched by these sulphurous flames that pierce into them.
And it prevailed against them.] Or, And he ruled it - viz., the fire; i.e., He directed and disposed it.
He hath spread a net for my feet.] And so hampered me, an unruly creature, ut constricta fuerim in ruinam, that there is no escaping from him; yea, the more I strive to get out, the faster I stick.
He hath turned me back.] Laid me on my back.
He hath made me desolate and faint.] My calamities come thick, one in the neck of another; words are too weak to utter them; and yet here is very great copia and variety of words, so that Paschasius saith this book may well be called, The Lamentations of Lamentations; like as Solomon's Song is called for its excellence, The Song of Songs.