Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.
Job xvi. 1.
Miserable comforters are ye all.
Job xvi. 2.
The king of terrors.
Job xviii. 14.
I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
Job xix. 20.
Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!
Job xix. 23.