For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
Ver. 3. For my soul is full of trouble] Hypotyposis hominis luctuosissime affecti. Here we have the lively picture of a man under bitter affliction. Extraordinary wise he was, and extraordinary troubles he had. None out of hell suffer more than God's dearest children. This good man felt himself in the suburbs of hell, as it were.
And my life draweth nigh unto the grave] Or, unto hell. The same word signifieth both, because death is hell's harbinger, and would be so to the elect, but for Christ.