John Chrysostom
There is no longer any remembrance of my previous abundance. This situation is far worse than calamity. Oh, if only my affliction could be weighed alongside them! (Job 6:2) He seeks to express this. I perceive that my sustenance is loathsome. I long for death, yet it eludes me. I endure this suffering, being a mere mortal, not unfeeling like a stone, but a transient human. I know of no greater solace. Some of my companions ignore me, while others treat me with disdain. There is not a trace left of my past blessings.