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The Lamentations of Job

The Lamentations of Job

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Job X. 1.

My soul is weary of my life.
Job X. 1.

My soul is weary of my life.

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Published by: GLENN DALE PEASE on Mar 21, 2014
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THE LAMENTATIONS OF JOBREV. SAMUEL HORSFALLJob X. 1. My soul is weary of my life. Without manifesting that impatience, which indicates a discontent unbecoming our dependant state, when under the chastising handof Go(J; we find from Job, the afflicted may utter their com-' plaints, and vent their sorrows in the pathetic strains of lamentation. The miseries qf human nature have caused the most pious and resigned amongst men, to breathe out their fervent wishes to lay down the load of life. When wearied out, the soul anxiously longs to be at rest; and after a long course of calamity or sickness, there are few who would wish to tread over again the thorny wilder-200 SERMON XIV. ness of life-— ^to endure its vicissitudes and sorrows  — again undergo its consequential sufferings and its agonizing pains, which far overbalance what-
ever blessings we may meet with, though kindly intended to render the ills of life more easy to be borne. " My soul is weary of my life ! my soul," ex-claims the melancholy Job, in reply to the unkind reproofs of his pretended friends, " my soul longs " for that moment when it shall lay aside this frail " and perishable body, which has suffered and does " now endure all the torturing pangs of disease^ " accompanied with the heart-rending reflections " on the disasters I have experienced at the hand ** of the Lord ; and which even you augment by ''your unmerciful upbraidings — miserable com-'' forters are ye all." It is indeed a deplorable truth that few friends in the moment of affliction afford the balm of real consolation, or soothe the hour of distress with the genuine and necessary relief that can alone miti-gate the anguish. Is it that man has not those feelings of sensibility that are alive to the dictates SERMON XIV. 201
of compassion, when he sees the companion, nay, perhaps the dearest friend of his heart, suffering the distresses incident to frail mortahty ? No ! wit-ness the throbbing bosom and the tearful eye, which plainly shew that man can feel for the calamities of others, and commiserate the pangs, he cannot but observe almost daily sustained by his fellow-creatures, heirs with him of the same corruptible nature — like him subject to diseases and pains, and in the end, destined victims to the iron grasp of inexorable death. What real comforts we do enjoy in life, few as they are, spring from friendship — from the mutual mterchange of kindnesses and endearments: but it is not in the power of human nature to take out the sting from every wound — to remove the cause of affliction, and give to the agonizing sufferer the healing remedy that shall effectuate a lasting cure. Under the severe complication of mental and cor-poreal disorders, enduring the torturing pains of an acute distemper; though the hand of friendship may assist and help the wretched sufferer to sus-tain his infirmity, and to bear up with tolerable

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