_Xer._ Ply, ply your hands and groan;
Yea, for my sake bewail.
_Chor._ I weep in bitter grief.
_Xer._ Cry out an echoing cry.
_Chor._ Yea, we may raise our voice,
O Lord and King, in wail.
_Xer._ Raise now shrill cry of woe.
_Chor._ Ah me! Ah! Woe is me! 1030
_Xer._ Yea, with it mingle dark....
_Chor._ And bitter, grievous blows.