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Ver. Her fplendid beauty bright that fhone, To her renown before,


Is all from Zion's daughter gone,

And to be feen no more.

Her peers, like hunted harts on flight,
For want of pasture frail,
Before the hot purfuer's might
Do pow'rlefs faint and fail.


7 Jerus'lem in her days now lin'd
With forrows manifold,

Call'd all her pleafant things to mind,
Which the poffefs'd of old.

Her people fell before her foes,
Who now upon her gaze
When helpless to deride her woes,
And mock her Sabbath-days.


8 Salem hath greatly finn'd, and hence
She's now remov'd afar ;
All who did once her reverence
Now her defpifers are:

Because her nakedness of life
Is now expos'd to them;

With deep regret the fighs for grief,
And backward turns for fhame.


9 Filth in her skirts and lewdnefs tend
To ruin her renown;
She, thoughtless of her latter end,
Came wonderfully down.

No comforter in her behalf
Appear'd for her relief:

The foe hath magnify'd himfelf;
O Lord, behold my grief.




Ver. Profanely hath the wicked foe,
Spread out his hands unclean,
On all her pleafant things: for, lo!
Her weeping eyes have seen,
How that the heathen vile invade
Her fanctuary fair,

Thy facred court, of which thou’st said,
They fhall not enter there.


11 Her people figh, and bread implore;
Her pleasant things are fold,
Their fainting fpirits to restore,
Their bodies to uphold.
Confider thou, O Lord, my flate,
See my extremity;
For defpicable, defolate,

And vile, become am I.


12 Ah! is it nought to you that pass The way? Behold and fee,

If ever any forrow was

Like this befallen me.
But 'tis Jehovah, to difplay
His juftice in my lot,
Who me afflicted in the day
Of his difpleasure hot.


13 Into my bones he hath fent down
From heaven a burning fire,

Which o'er their ftrength prevailing foon
Confum'd them in his ire.

He for my feet hath fpread a net,

And backward turn'd my way;

'Tis he hath made me defolate,

And faintish all the day.


14 The yoke of my collected fins,

He with his hand did tie;

Them faft he wreaths, and up he twines,
And on my neck they lie.

Ver. My ftrength he dafh'd with overthrows,
My valour proftrate lies:

He put me in the hand of thofe
From whom I cannot rife.


15 Amidst me, he my champions all
Down under foot did push;
Then 'gainfi me an affembly call,
My choiceft youths to crush.
I' th' wine-prefs of the wrath of God,
Where not the fair efcapes,

The Lord hath Judah's daughter trode,
As people trade the grapes.

16 On these accounts I weep and bray;
Mine eye, mine eye runs down
With briny floods, becaufe away
The Comforter is gone;

Who fhould my grief of foul abate
He's far from me remote:
My children too are defolate,
Since foes the pow'r have got.


17 Though Zion wailing spread her hands, None's to comfort her found:

Concerning Jacob, God commands

His foes fhould him furround.

'Mong whom fair Salem, now in tears,
When none do fuccour bring,

A feparated drab appears,
And like a loathfome thing.


18 But juft and righteous is the Lord;
For by my wickedness,

I have rebell'd against his word,
And wrought my own diftrefs.
All people, hear with pity then,
And fee my grief, I pray;

My virgins, and my choice young men,
Are captives led away.


Ver. I call'd for friends, and near allies,
That courted once my love,


Who now, regardless of my cries,
To me deceitful prove.

My priests and elders who for me
With Heav'n will intercede,
In city fainting fought supply,
But dy'd for want of bread.


20 See, Lord, for I'm opprefs'd and crofs'd
Unto the laft degree;
My bowels troubled are and tofs'd,
My heart is turn'd in me.

For grievously rebell'd I have,
Provoking thee to wrath:

Abroad the bloody fword doth 'reave,
At home a direful death.


21 My foes all heard of my diftress,
My fighs and troubles fad;

They heard I am left comfortless,
And at my woes were glad :
Thy doing is their mirth; but, lo!
Thoul't make the day to fhine,
Proclaim'd by thee, in which their wo
And grief fhall equal mine.


22 Let all the wickednefs they frame,
Before thy presence be;

And likewife do thou unto them,
As thou haft done to me.

For all my fins, which do my moans.

And miferies augment:

Great is the number of my groans!
My heart within me faint.




JEREMIAH lamenteth the Mifery of JERUSALEM, taking notice of the Anger of the LORD as the Caufe of her Calamities, and the forrow that took place as the effect of thefe. He maketh his Complaint unto God, referring the Matter to his most compaffionate Confideration.



TOW doth the Lord a cloud of wrath
O'er Zion's daughter fpread,

And down from heav'n to earth beneath,
Fair Ifra'l's pomp degrade!

Regardless of his temple gay,
How has he quite forgot
His facred footitool, in his day
Of indignation hot.


2 The Lord hath Jacob's dwellings all
Devour'd and pity'd none;

He Judah's bulwarks, great and small,
Down in his wrath hath thrown:
He level with the ground them laid,
Their princes too were preys;
Them and the kingdom both he made
Polluted caft-aways.


3 All Ifra'l's horn, in wrath, he cut
Quite off till pow'r was loft;
And back his right-hand vigour put,
Before the adverfe hoft.

On ev'ry fide he fet his ire

A-burning to the ground,
'Gainft Jacob like a flaming fire,
Devouring all around.


4 Like to an adverfary grand,

He bent his mighty bow;

Stood wrathful-like, with his right-hand
Stretch'd for the fatal blow:

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