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


In darke, as they, who dead for ever bee.
7 Hee hath hedged mee, least I scape, and added more
To my steele fetters, heuier then before.
8 When I crie out, hee out=shutts my prayer; 9And hath
Stopt with hewen stone my waie, and turnd my path.
10 And like a Lyon, hid in secrecie,
Or Beare which lies in wayte, hee was to mee.
11 Hee stops my waie, teares mee, made desolate;
12 And hee makes mee the Marke hee shooteth att
13 Hee made the children of his quiuer passe
Into my Reynes. 14 I with my people was
All the daie longe A Songe and Mockerie.
15 Hee hath fild mee with bitternesse and hee
Hath made mee drunck with wormewood. 16 Hee hath burst
My teeth with stones, and covered mee with dust
17 And thus my Soule farr of from peace was sett
And my prosperitie I did forgett.
18 My strength, my hope (vnto myselfe I said)
Which from the Lord should come, is perished
19 But when my Mourninges I doe think vppon
My Wormewood, Hemlock, and affliction
20 My Soule is hvmbled, in remembringe this
21 My hart considers, therfore hope there is.
22 Tis Gods great Mercye, wee are not vtterlie
Consumd; for his Compassions doe nott die
23 For every Morninge they renewed bee;
For great O Lord is thy fidelitie
24. The Lord is sayth my Soule my Portion
And therfore in him will I hope alone. [CW: the.] 		p.191 [192]