Yea, the thoughts of God, and of his infinite power, and truth, and goodness, which used to be very sweet and comfortable to me, were now matter of terror and trouble, because they were all engaged against me, and God himself, my only friend, was now very angry with me, and become mine enemy. I complained unto God in prayer. My spirit was overwhelmed; so far was I from finding relief by my complaints, that they increased my misery.

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