...grievous fin that we have been mifcarried into : Holy David is a meet example for us ; Mytonei,(mh he, waxed old, through my roaring all the day long ; for day and night thy hand was heauie upon me ; my moifture is turned into the drought of Summer, P fa!. 32. 3,4. and clfewhere, My...

...the bones," that is, it consumes the very marrow with which they are moistened. So Psa. 32 : 3, 4, " My bones waxed old, through my roaring all the day long. For day and night thy hand was heavy on me : my moisture is turned into the drought of summer." What a spectacle of pity did Francis Spira...

...Night thy Hand was heavy up" on me; my MOISTURE is turned into the Drought " of Summer. " Pf. xxxii. 3. When I kept Silence, my BONES " waxed old, through my roaring all the Day long. : «,;5 JPf> x*xiv. 17. The RIGHTEOUS cry, and the " Lo RD heareth, and delivereth them out of all...

...and wafted with grief, and his mind upon the rack. When I kept Jilence*, my bones -waxed old, thro1 my roaring, all the day long. For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me I acknowledged my Jin unto thee : and mine iniquity have I not hid : If aid I will confefs my tranjgrejjions...

...VoL. I. M mm marrow with which they are moiftned. So Pfal. xxxii. 3, 4. •' My bones waxeJ old, and through my roaring all the day ". long : For day and night thy hand was heavy on me : My " moifture" (or chief lap) " is turned into the drought of futn. " mer." Wh;tt a fpefracle...

...bitter experience. Guilt and defilement had eaten up all his enjoyment. /Then I kept Jilcnce, faith he, my bones waxed old, through my roaring all the day...long: for day and night thy hand was heavy upon me; iny moiflure is turned into the drought of fummer. It does not appear that he fully defifted from prayer;...

...himself as thirsting for pardon, when he says, under a sense of guilt, Whilst I kept silence my bonus waxed old, through my roaring all the day long ; For...and night thy hand was heavy upon me, my moisture was turned into the drought of summer f. It was like an envenomed arrow shot into his soul, the poison...

...as thirsting for pardon, when he says, under a sense of guilt, Whilst I kept silence my bones wared old, through my roaring all the day long ; For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me, my moisture was turned into the drought of summer f. It was like an envenomed arrow shot into his soul, the poison...

...&c.... Wlule Hept silence, (ie before Nathan came, who brought me to an open confession — see ver. 5.) my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day...: My moisture is turned into the drought of summer : And never did a believer depart from God to seek another resting place, or go away from the fountain...

...yourselves under the mighty hand of God, experience such disquietude as the Psalmist has described? " When I kept silence, my bones waxed "old, through...upon me; " my moisture is turned into the drought in sum" mer1." Why should you pertinaciously refuse to hearken to the voice of Christ, and the admonitions...