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11 And all the People grone, and seeke for bread And they haue giuen, only to bee fed All pretious thinges, where in their pleasure lay, How cheape Ime growne, behold O Lord and waye 12 All this concernes not you, who passe by mee, O see, and marke if any sorrowe bee Like to my sorrowe, which Iehouah hath Done to mee in the daie of his fierce wrath. 13 The fire which by himself is gouerned Hee hath cast from Heaven, on my bones, and spred A nett before my feete, and mee orethrowne And made mee languish, all the daie alone 14 His hand hath of my sinns framed a yoake Which wreathd, and cast vppon my necke, haue broke My strength. The Lord vnto those Enemies Hath giuen mee, from whome I cannot rise 15 Hee vnder foote hath troden in my sight My strong Men: He did companie Invite To breake my Young Men: Hee the Wine=presse hath Trodd. Vppon Iudas daughter in his, wrath. 16 For these thinges doe I weepe, Mine Eie, Mine Eie Casts water out; For hee which should bee nigh To comfort mee is now departed farr; The foe preuailes; forlorne my chyldren are [CW: Theires:] |
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