6. I am troubled. Wearied with distress,
writhing with pain on account of sin revealed within me. I am bowed down greatly. Nothing so pulls a man down from all loftiness as a sense of sin
and of divine wrath concerning it. I go mourning all the day long. The
mourner’s soul-sorrow knew no intermission; even when he went about such
business as he was able to attend, he went like a mourner to the tomb. The
whole verse may be the more clearly understood if we picture the oriental
mourner covered with sackcloth and ashes, bowed as in a heap, sitting amid
squalor and dirt.
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