These words were very apt to my case, and made some impression upon my thoughts at the time of reading them, though not so much as they did afterwards; for, as for being _delivered_, the word had no sound, as I may say, to me; the thing was so remote, so impossible in my apprehension of things, that I began to say, as the children of Israel did when they were promised flesh to eat, “Can God spread a table in the wilderness?” so I began to say, “Can God Himself deliver me from this place?”
Deze woorden waren zeer gepast op mijnen toestand, en maakten toen indruk op mij, schoon zoo sterk niet als naderhand; want het woord bevrijding had voor mij geen zin als het ware; dit scheen mij zoo onwaarschijnlijk, zoo onmogelijk, dat ik begon te zeggen even als de kinderen Israëls, toen hun vleesch beloofd was: vanwaar zou dit komen?