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Ver. He all our pleasant ones devour'd,
And flew our eyes defire :
In Zion's daughter's tents he pour’d
His fury out like fire.
5 All Isra'l's palaces and stays,
And strengths, to ruin go;
Her forts demolish'd are, because
Jehovah was a foe;
Backsliding Judah too her share
Of heaviness possess’d;
For woful lamentations there
And mourning he increas'd.
6 He like a garden-tent hath pullid
His tabernacle down;
His oft assembling courts annull’d,
His fynagogues o'erthrown.
God caus'd in Zion Clemn feasts
And Sabbaths be forgot;
And hath despis'd both king and priests
In's fury burning hot.
The Lord his altar did disown,
His sanctuary abhor;
Shut up, and set her foes upon
Her palace walls to roar :
Within the house of God have they
Profanely made a noise,
As when his folk did on the day
Of folemn feasts rejoice.
8 God Zion's walls and ramparts all,
Had purpos’d to destroy ;
Stretch'd out a line, nor did recall
His hand from this employ.
He therefore going on hath made
Her bulwarks to lament;
Together dash'd they languished,
Their fortitude was spent.
Ver. Sunk into rubbish are her gates,
Her bars intirely broke;
Yea, now her king and potentates,
Groan in the Gentiles yoke :
The law's no more, which once her mind
With facred leflons stor'd;
Her seers mourn, her prophets find
No vision from the Lord.
10 Now, Zion's elders on the ground
Sit down, and silence keep:
They cast up duft their heads around,
And girt with fackcloth weep:
Proud dames who did, in pompous weeds,
Vain admiration claim ;
Ev'n Salem's virgins hang their heads
Down to the ground for shame.
Capu. 11 With tears consum'd are both mine eyes,
Pain'd are my bowels all;
Pour'd on the earth my liver lies,
For Zion's daughter's thrall :
Because in dearth, provision spent,
The citizens decay ;
Babes in the streets for hunger faint,
And sucklings swoon away.
12 The young ones to their mothers cry,
" O where's our former share
“ Of corn and wine, and such supply
" As was our wonted fare!"
Scarce had they spoke, till in th' arrest,
As those in wounds of death,
They on their moaning mother's breast,
Pour'd out their dying breath.
MEM. Ver. To match thy case, O Salem fair! 13
What equal shall I bring ?
'Twere eale, could I thy woes compare
To any other thing.
O Zion! great's thy breach, that grows
Like vast sea-billow rounds:
Incomparable are thy woes,
Incurable thy wounds.
14 Thy prophets false have seen for thee
Moit foolish things and vain
Thy sin they fhew'd nt faithfully
To turn away thy bane ;
But have for thee falle burdens feen,
False causes of thy wo,
And smoothing vice thy guilt to skreen,
Have wrought they overthrow.
15 All passengers clap hands at thee,
'Gainst Salem they invey;
Thy fhake their heads contempt'ously,
And mock, and hiss, and say,
• Is this the city so renown'd
“ We fee in rubbish hurl'd,
“ The beauty with perfection crown'd
“ The joy of all the world ?”
Pe. 16 Thy cruel foes with wide mouth bray,
Gainst thee their spite avow;
They gnash the teeth, and hisfing say,
"'We have devour'd her now;
« This surely is the day that we
“ Expected for her fall; 6. We've found it now, and gladly fee “Our triumph in her thrall.”
Ain. 17 The Lord hath done what he ordain'd,
As he of old declar'd ;
Fulfill'd the word of his command,
Caft down, and hath not spar’d:
Ver. O'er thee he made the foe in scorn,
To joy and be jocose ;
He hath exalted high the horn
Of thy inlulting foes.
18 Their heart cry'd to the Lord, and said,
O Zion wall o'erthrown!
Let tears both day and night be shed,
And like a flood run down:
Allow thyself no rest, and let
The apple of thine eye
No pause or intermiffion get,
But weep incessantly,
19 Arise, and each night watch prevent,
Cry out thy woeful case ;
Thine heart in floods of water vent
Before Jehovah's face.
For thy poor young ones life intreat,
With hands uplifted high,
That on the top of every street
For hunger fainting die.
Resh. 20 This thou hast done; mind, Lord, to whom
O fee! shall women eat
The span.long fruit of their own womb,
For very want of meat ?
And shall, alas! the reverend train
And confecrated race,
The priest and prophet both be flain,
Within thy holy place ?
21 Both young and old along the ground
Lie in the streets, O Lord;
My darling maids and youths are found
Slain by the bloody sword.
Foes are but weapons of thy wrath,
Thou slew'st, thou kill'dit them, Lord,
In thy avenging day that hath
No pity to afford.
Ver. Thou hast, as in a folemn day,
22 My terrors call'd around,
That thus when wrath divine made way,
None to escape were found.
None left ; yea, those whom I, with care,
Had wrapt in swaddling-bands
And foster'd, by mine en’mies are
Consum'd with cruel hands.
Tbe faithful bewail their Calamities, viewing beac:
the fruits and Effects of God's Displeasure. By
the Mercies of God they encourage their Hope, er-
knowledging bis Fustice, praying for Deliverance,
and Vengeance on their Enemies.
I'M by the rod of wrath divine
The man that hath seen wo; 2 He led and carried me and mine
To shades of darkness low,
But not unto a lightfume path ;
3 Nay, in a hollile way
He's surely turn'd, his hand in wratli
Gainst me he turns all day.
4 My flesh and skin of young and fair,
Old and decay'd he made ;
5 Did break my bones; and building rear,
My strong holds to invade.
He me encompass’d and entwin’d,
With gall and travel fore :
6 In places dark he me enshrin'd,
As men long dead befure.
17 He hedg’d me in, I can't get out;
His heavy chain I bear:
8 My pray'r he, when I cry and shout,
Shuts out, and scorns to hear.