God's anger

2. He may be long angry: that's the second Proposition. Usque quò Domine? It is not for a fit, like some flash of powder, but may burn long. ^cHow long, O Lord, wilt thou be angry? for ever? And shall thy Jealousy burn like fire? ^dHe visits his own Israel with a long dearth: ⟨p. 12⟩During all those three years of drought and scarcity, Gods Altar smoked with daily sacrifices, and Heaven was solicited with continual prayers; yet still he was angry: and why may not David complain, in this Psalm, of that famine? We are not at the first sensible of common evils: in War, Dearth, or Pestilence, we think only of shifting for our selves, or finding out convenient refuges, (like Foxes in a storm, that run to the next burrows) and study not how to remove the public Judgements. But the continuance of an affliction sends us to God, and calls upon us to ask for a reckoning. An evil that is suddenly gone, is as suddenly forgotten: as men strucken in their sleep, cannot quickly find themselves: so the blow doth rather astonish us, then teach us. But when the burden lies long upon us, we will at last complain of the weight, and seek to ease our selves.

2. He may be long angry: that's the second Proposition. Usque quò Domine? It is not for a fit, like some flash of powder, but may burne long. ^cHow long, O Lord, wilt thou be angry? for ever? And shall thy Jealousie burne like fire? ^dHe visits his own Israel with a long dearth: ⟨p. 12⟩During all those three years of drought and scarctiy, Gods Altar smoaked with daily sacrifices, and Heaven was solicited with continuall prayers; yet still he was angry: and why may not David complaine, in this Psalme, of that famine? Wee are not at the first sensible of common evills: in Warr, Dearth, or Pestilence, wee thinke onely of shifting for our selves, or finding out convenient refuges, (like Foxes in a storm, that runne to the next burroughs) and study not how to remove the publick Judgements. But the continuance of an affliction sends us to God, and calls upon us to ask for a reckoning. An evil that is suddenly gone, is as suddenly forgotten: as men strucken in their sleep, cannot quickly find themselves: so the blow doth rather astoinsh us, then teach us. But when the burden lies long upon us, we will at last complaine of the weight, and seek to ease our selves.