Able Agony Alarm Anguish Battle Beating Bowels Can't Chambers Clamour Cry Disquieted Ears Hast Hearest Heart Hold Horn Inmost Maketh Moaneth Noise Note O Oh Pain Pained Peace Pounding Pounds Quiet Shout Silent Soul Travail Troubled Trumpet Voice Walls War Wildly Within Writhe
4:19 My distress, my {q} distress! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
(q) He shows that the true ministers are lively touched with the calamities of the Church, so that all the parts of their body feel the grief of their heart, even though with zeal to God's glory they pronounce his judgments against the people.
4:19 My bowels - Here begins the complaint of the prophet. My heart - Is disturbed within me. Because - I have heard in the spirit of prophecy; it is as certain, as if I now heard the trumpet sounding.
4:19-31 The prophet had no pleasure in delivering messages of wrath. He is shown in a vision the whole land in confusion. Compared with what it was, every thing is out of order; but the ruin of the Jewish nation would not be final. Every end of our comforts is not a full end. Though the Lord may correct his people very severely, yet he will not cast them off. Ornaments and false colouring would be of no avail. No outward privileges or profession, no contrivances would prevent destruction. How wretched the state of those who are like foolish children in the concerns of their souls! Whatever we are ignorant of, may the Lord make of good understanding in the ways of godliness. As sin will find out the sinner, so sorrow will, sooner or later, find out the secure.
Alarm Anguish Beating Bowels Chambers Disquieted Heard Heart Hold Maketh Moaneth Noise Pain Pained Peace Pounding Silent Soul Sound Trumpet Walls War Wildly Within Writhe
Alarm Anguish Beating Bowels Chambers Disquieted Heard Heart Hold Maketh Moaneth Noise Pain Pained Peace Pounding Silent Soul Sound Trumpet Walls War Wildly Within Writhe
