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Lam ["How sitts this citie, late most populous,"]


7 The Lord forsakes his Altar, and detests
His Sanctuarie, and in the Foes hand rests
His Pallace, and the walls, in which their cries
Are heard as in the true Solemnities

8 The Lord hath cast a lyne, so to confound
And leuell Sions walls vnto the ground.
Hee drawes not backe his hand, which doth oreturne
The wall, and Rampart, which together mourne.

9 Their Gates are sunck into the ground, and hee
Hath broke the barrs. Their Kinge, and Princes bee
Amongst the heathen without law; nor there
Vnto the Prophetts doth the Lord appeare.

10 There Sions Elders, on the ground are placd
And silence keepe; dust on their heads they cast
In sackloth, haue they girt them selues: and low
The Virgins towards ground, there heads doe throw.

11 My Bowells are growne Muddy, And mine Eies
Are faint with weepinge; and my liuer lies
Powrd out vpon the ground, for Miserie
That suckinge chyldren in the streetes doe die

12 When they had cried vnto their Mothers, where
Shall wee haue bread, and drinke? they fainted there:
And in the Streete, like wounded persons laie
Till twixt their Mothers breasts they went awaie.		 p.188 [189]