Two discourses I. of the punishment of sin in hell, demonstrating the wrath of…

and yet they still to renew to shoot all at once every moment: how dreadful is this to any ones Thoughts thereof? but yet these are but Men, not God, whose Arrows he says these were. Oh that he would destroy me! (says Job) that is, kill me out-right, so ver. 8, 9. Oh that I might have my Request! and that God would grant me the thing that I long for! Even that it would please God to destroy me, and that he would let loose his Hand, and cut me off. Well, But Job, canst thou not stir up thy Spirits and harden thy self against all these present Sorrows? The Spirit of Man will bear its Infirmity, if it be steeled with resolution. To this Job himself gives answer by way of preoccupation, to this effect: That if Death indeed, or a being utterly cut off, should come upon me with all that Host of Fears (whereof elsewhere Job tells us Death is the King) I could harden my self against that; yea, and to endure the pains of the most exquisite Tortures any kind of Death could inflict: if thereby ⟨p. 185⟩God would thus cut me off. Then indeed (if such News of Death were brought me) I should yet have comfort; yea, I would harden my self in Sorrow. So ver. 10. And let it be the worst Death, he can put me to, for so it follows, let him not spare. Oh but they are these Arrows of his own within me, these I cannot bear. So ver. 12. Is my Strength the Strength of Stones, or my Flesh Brass? that I should be able to endure, and bear up my self against these Encounters? Oh no. Read on those his Expressions further roared forth by him, in Chap. 16. ver. 12, 13, 14. He hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by the Neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his Mark. His Archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my Reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my Gall upon the Ground. He breaketh me with breach upon breach; he runneth upon me like a Giant. What should I instance in more, or how to comment on them!

and yet they still to renew to shoot all at once every moment: how dreadful is this to any ones Thoughts thereof? but yet these are but Men, not God, whose Arrows he says these were. Oh that he would destroy me! (says Job) that is, kill me out-right, so ver. 8, 9. Oh that I might have my Request! and that God would grant me the thing that I long for! Even that it would please God to destroy me, and that he would let loose his Hand, and cut me off. Well, But Job, canst thou not stir up thy Spirits and harden thy self against all these present Sorrows? The Spirit of Man will bear its Infirmity, if it be steel'd with resolution. To this Job himself gives answer by way of preoccupation, to this effect: That if Death indeed, or a being utterly cut off, should come upon me with all that Host of Fears (whereof elsewhere Job tells us Death is the King) I could harden my self against that; yea, and to endure the pains of the most exquisite Tortures any kind of Death could inflict: if thereby