CHAP. II.

1 How over Sions daughter hath God hung

His wraths thicke cloud! and from heaven hath flung 90

To earth the beauty of _Israel_, and hath

Forgot his foot-stoole in the day of wrath!

2 The Lord unsparingly hath swallowed

All Jacobs dwellings, and demolished

To ground the strengths of _Iuda_, and prophan'd 95

The Princes of the Kingdome, and the land.

3 In heat of wrath, the horne of _Israel_ hee

Hath cleane cut off, and lest the enemie

Be hindred, his right hand he doth retire,

But is towards _Iacob_, All-devouring fire. 100

4 Like to an enemie he bent his bow,

His right hand was in posture of a foe,

To kill what _Sions_ daughter did desire,

'Gainst whom his wrath, he poured forth, like fire.

5 For like an enemie _Iehova_ is, 105

Devouring _Israel_, and his Palaces,

Destroying holds, giving additions

To _Iuda's_ daughters lamentations.

6 Like to a garden hedge he hath cast downe

The place where was his congregation, 110

And _Sions_ feasts and sabbaths are forgot;

Her King, her Priest, his wrath regardeth not.

7 The Lord forsakes his Altar, and detests

His Sanctuary, and in the foes hand rests

His Palace, and the walls, in which their cries 115

Are heard, as in the true solemnities.

8 The Lord hath cast a line, so to confound

And levell _Sions_ walls unto the ground;

He drawes not back his hand, which doth oreturne

The wall, and Rampart, which together mourne. 120

9 Their gates are sunke into the ground, and hee

Hath broke the barres; their King and Princes bee

Amongst the heathen, without law, nor there

Unto their Prophets doth the Lord appeare.

10 There _Sions Elders_ on the ground are plac'd, 125

And silence keepe; Dust on their heads they cast,

In sackcloth have they girt themselves, and low

The Virgins towards ground, their heads do throw.

11 My bowells are growne muddy, and mine eyes

Are faint with weeping: and my liver lies 130

Pour'd out upon the ground, for miserie

That sucking children in the streets doe die.

12 When they had cryed unto their Mothers, where

Shall we have bread, and drinke? they fainted there,

And in the streets like wounded persons lay 135

Till 'twixt their mothers breasts they went away.

13 _Daughter Ierusalem_, Oh what may bee

A witnesse, or comparison for thee?

Sion, to ease thee, what shall I name like thee?

Thy breach is like the sea, what help can bee? 140

14 For thee vaine foolish things thy Prophets sought,

Thee, thine iniquities they have not taught,

Which might disturne thy bondage: but for thee

False burthens, and false causes they would see.

15 The passengers doe clap their hands, and hisse, 145

And wag their head at thee, and say, Is this

That citie, which so many men did call

Joy of the earth, and perfectest of all?

16 Thy foes doe gape upon thee, and they hisse,

And gnash their teeth, and say, Devoure wee this, 150

For this is certainly the day which wee

Expected, and which now we finde, and see.

17 The Lord hath done that which he purposed,

Fulfill'd his word of old determined;

He hath throwne downe, and not spar'd, and thy foe 155

Made glad above thee, and advanc'd him so.

18 But now, their hearts against the Lord do call,

Therefore, O walls of _Sion_, let teares fall

Downe like a river, day and night; take thee

No rest, but let thine eye incessant be. 160

19 Arise, cry in the night, poure, for thy sinnes,

Thy heart, like water, when the watch begins;

Lift up thy hands to God, lest children dye,

Which, faint for hunger, in the streets doe lye.

20 Behold O Lord, consider unto whom 165

Thou hast done this; what, shall the women come

To eate their children of a spanne? shall thy

Prophet and Priest be slaine in Sanctuary?

21 On ground in streets, the yong and old do lye,

My virgins and yong men by sword do dye; 170

Them in the day of thy wrath thou hast slaine,

Nothing did thee from killing them containe.

22 As to a solemne feast, all whom I fear'd

Thou call'st about mee; when his wrath appear'd,

None did remaine or scape, for those which I 175

Brought up, did perish by mine enemie.

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