They hunt our steps, that we cannot go in our streets: our end is near, our days are fulfilled; for our end is come.
Ver. 18. They hunt our steps.] There is an elegance in the original, as if we should say, They hunt our haunts.
That we cannot go in our streets.] Because of their forts, from whence they shoot at us. Satan doth so much more -
“ Cui nomina mille,
Mille nocendi artes. ”
Our end is come. ] We are an undone people.