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17 Theres none, though Sion doe strech out her hand, To comfort her. Itt is the Lords Command That Iacobs foes girt him: Ierusalem Is an vncleane woman amongst them 18 But yett the Lord is iust, and righteous still; I haue rebeld against his holy will. O heare all People, and my Sorrowe see, My Maides my Youngmen in captiuitie. 19 I called for my lovers then, but they Deceaued mee, And my Priests and Elders lay Dead in the Cittie: for there sought for Meate, Which should refresh their Soules, they could not gett. 20 Because I am in straites, Iehouah see My hart returnd, my Bowells mvddie bee, Because I haue rebelld so mvch, as fast The sword without, as death with in, doth wast. 21 Of all which here I mourne, none comfortes mee My foes haue heard my griefe, and glad, they bee, That thou hast donne itt. But thy promisd daie Will come, When, as I suffer, so shall they. 22 Lett all their wickednesse appeare to thee, Doe vnto them as thou hast done to mee For all my Sinnes: The sighs which I haue had Are very many and my hart is sad. |
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