The prophet is here in an agony, and cries out like one upon the rack of pain with some acute distemper, or as a woman in travail. The expressions are very pathetic and moving, enough to melt a heart of stone into compassion: My bowels! my bowels! I am pained at my very heart ; and yet well, and in health himself, and nothing ails him. Note, A good man, in such a bad world as this is, cannot but b...