HOW is the gold become so dimme? How is
Purest and finest gold thus
chang'd to this?
The stones which were stones of the Sanctuary,
Scattered in corners of each street do lye.
nes of Sion, which should bee
Valued at purest gold, how
do wee see
Low rated now, as earthen Pitcher
are the worke of a poore Potter
Even the Sea-calfes
draw their brests, and give
Sucke to their young; my peoples
By reason of the foes great cruelnesse,
es in the vast Wilderness
And when the
sucking child doth strive
His tongue for thirst cleaves to
his upper jaw.
And when for bread
the little children cry
There is no man that doth them satisfies
which before were delicately fed,
Now in the streets forlorne have
And they which ever were in scarlet
and embrace the dunghills which they loathd.
of my people have sin
Than did the towne of Sodome
Which being at once destroy'd, there did remaine
No hands amongst them, to vexe them again
heretofore purer her Nazarite
Was than the snow, and milke was not so
As carbuncles did their pure
'dnesse was Saphirine.
They are darker now than
blackness none can know
Them by the face
, as through the streets they
For now their skin
unto the bone,
withered, is like to dry wood growne.
Better by sword
famine 'tis to dye;
through pierc'd, than through penury.
Women by nature
pitifull have eate
'Their children drest with
their owne hand for meat
His indignation, and powr'd forth his wrath,
Kindled a fire in Sion,
which hath power
To eate, and
her foundations to devour.
Nor would the Kings of the earth,
nor all which live
In the inhabitable
, any foe Into Jerusalem
should enter so.
For the Priests
sins, and Prophets], which have shed
Blood in the streets, and the just murthered:
Which when those men, whom they made blinde, did stray
Thorough the streets, defiled by the way
blood, the which impossible it was
touching, as they passe,
Would cry aloud, depart defiled men,
Depart, depart, and touch us not: and then
They fled, and strayd, and with the Gentiles
Yet told their friends, they should not long dwell there;
this they are scattered by Jehovahs face
Who never will regard them
more; No grace
Unto their old men shall the foe afford,
Nor, that they are Priests, redeeme them from the sword.
wee as yet, for all these miseries
Desiring our vaine helpe, consume
And such a nation as cannot save,
desire and speculation have.
They bunt our steps, that in the streets wee
To goe: our end is now approached neere,
Our dayes accomplished are, this the last day.
Eagles of heaven are not so swift as they
Which follow us, o'r
mountains tops they flye
At us, and for us in the desart lye.
The annointed Lord
, breath of our nostrils, hee
Of whom we said, under his shadow
, wee Shall
with more ease
under the Heathen
Into the pit
which these men digged, fell.
Rejoyce O Edoms daughter,
Thou which inhabitst Huz, for unto thee
This cup shall pass
and thou with drunkennesse
Shalt fill thy selfe, and shew thy
And then thy sin
nes O Sion,
will not leave thee in banish
O Edoms daughter,
hee will see,
And for them, pay thee with