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5 Her foes are growne her Head, and liue at peace Because, where her transgressions did increase The Lord strooke her with sadnes, the Enimie Doth driue her chyldren to Captiuitie. 6 From Sions daughter is all beautie gone Like harts which seeke for pasture, and find none Her Princes are, and now before the Foe Which still persues them, with out strength they goe 7 Now in the daies of teares, Ierusalem (Her men slayne by the foes, none succouring them) Remembers what of old shee esteemed most, Whilst her foes laughd att her, for what shee hath loste 8 Ierusalem hath sinnd therfore is shee Remoud, as Women in uncleanenes bee, Who honored, scorne her, for her fowlenes they Have seene, her selfe doth groane and turne awaye 9 Her fowlenes in her skirtes was seene, yett shee Remembred not her eand, Miraculously Therfore shee fell, none comfortinge; Behould O Lord my affliction, for the Foe growes bolde 10 Vppon all thinges, where her delight hath beene The Foe hath strecht his hand, for shee hath seene Heathen, whome thou commandst should not doe so, Into her holy Sanctuarie goe. |
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