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The Lamentations of the prophet Jeremiah paraphras'd suitable to the exigencies of these times.
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woes shall be like mine as were their sins As all their wickedness is known to thee So do to them as thou hast done to me For all my sins Dear God hear my complaint My sighs are many and my heart is faint CHAP. II. Zion how hath the Lord thy daughters fame Invelop'd in a cloud of wrath and shame How from the Heaven to the Earth to Hell Cast down the beuty of his Israel Why did be in the day of his feirce heat The footstool of his glory so forget The Lord hath Jacobs habitations Quite swallow'd up without compassions He with the ground ô Judah level'd hath Thy strongest Holds in his inflamed wrath Thy towers to the Earth he hath cast down Polluting both thy Princes and thy Crown The glorious horn and strength of Israel In His just indignation down fell His right hand from before the enemie He hath drawn back and against Jacob he Burn'd like a flaming fier which no bound Observeth ever but devoureth round He like an enemie hath bent his bow Stands arm'd on his right hand as doth a foe All that were pleasant to the eie he slew And what was most desireable to view Within thy daughters rich pavilion His fury like a flame did seize upon The Lord as unto Israel a foe Did all her Princely palaces orethrow Her strong holds he destroy'd and brought upon Thy daughter Judah lamentation His Tabernacle he by violence Took down as if some gardens slighter fence Her places of Assembly Solemn Feasts And Sabbaths are forgot in Zion Preists And Kings anointed with the sacred horn Are now become the subjects of his scorn His Altar he cast off and did prophane The holy place once called by his name Her Palace and Gods house her foes possest Who made a noise as on a solemn Feast The wall of Zion it is Gods design To ruin he hath stretched out a line See how it works The Rampart and the wall Do both lament do both together fall Her gates are sunk into the ground her bar Is broken down her King and Princes are Among the Gentiles see the Law is gon Her Prophets find from God no vision Her elders silent on the earth do sit Ashes upon their heads they cast and fit Sackcloth about their loins her virgins sigh Hang down their heads and wail their miserie Mine eys do fail with tears my bowels melt Such troubles never were by any felt My liver 's poured out see all conspire My daughters ruin Famine Sword and Fire Combine against her nay the sucklings faint In her among all Cities once the Saint Whet's corn and wine they to their mothers cry When in the City streets they famish'd ly And swooning ready to pour out their soul Into their mothers laps who them condole To what shall I thee liken or compare O daughter of Jerusalem my care Is what to equal to thee that I may Some comfort to distressed Zion say Thy breach great as the sea who can conceal The greater mischief is none can thee heal The Prophets foolish things for thee have seen By them thy sins have not disclosed been False burthens they to thee did represent Not the true causes of thy banishment All passengers at thee their hands do clap They hiss and wagg their heads at thy mishap They say Is this Earths joy this Zion this The paragon of beauty and of bliss Thine enemies their mouth have open'd wide They hiss and gnash their teeth they thee deride See see she 's swallow'd up This is the day We looked for have found have seen Away The Lord hath done what he long since foretold He hath fulfill'd the word he spake of old He hath thrown down he hath not pitied Thy foes set up their horn exalt their head At last their heart unto the Lord did crie O wall of Zion full of miserie Let tears run down like rivers day and night Nor rest thou nor the apple of thy sight Virgin arise and in the night cry out Before the morning watches pass about Thy heart like water pour before the face Of thy dear Lord and to his holy place Lift up thy hands thy childrens life implore Who in the streets ly faint at every dore Consider Lord with whom this Cup began Shal women eat their children of a span Shal Priest and Prophet Blessed God be slain Within that holy place where thou dost reign The yong and old upon the ground do ly My virgins and yong men by sword do dy In that thy day of wrath thou didst them slay Thou hadst no pity Lord wouldst have no nay As in a solemn day or Festival My terrors round about me thou didst call When thou wast angry Lord none did remain None did escape to comfort me again They that were swadled and brought up by me Were all consumed by mine enemie CHAP. III. I am the man have seen affliction By his sharp rod of indignation He did me to those shades of darkness bring Whence will no beams of light for ever spring Sure against me me only did he turn His hand which me as fire did all day burn My flesh and skin alas are waxen old My bones are broken not one whole is told A batt'ring fort he did against me rear He compass'd me with travel gall and fear Dark places he hath caus'd me to possess As they that dy'd of old remediless No getting forth he hath so hedg'd me round My chains ly heavy press me to the ground Nay when to him I cry nay when I shout In anger he my prayer shutteth out With hewen stone he hath inclos'd my way My paths are crooked and I go astray Me as a Lyon in the woods to bait For me he as a Bear doth lie in wait He hath me turn'd aside to pieces torn Hath made me desolate and all forlorn His bow he bent and though with great regret Me for the arrow as a mark he set The arrows of his quiver he hath made My reins to enter and my soul invade My people had me in derision Made me their song me all day gap'd upon He hath me fill'd with bitternes I sunk As if I were with gall and wormwood drunk With gravel stones my teeth all broken are Me hath he roll'd in ashes girt with hair Thou hast remov'd my soul far off from peace Thou mad'st prosperity from me to cease Thee thee ô Lord I once rely'd upon My strength is perish'd now my hope is gone Good God remember my affliction My wormwood gall and desolation These when my soul doth call to memory How low it bows how humble then am I These are my thoughts this I recall to mind In this I hope and hoping comfort find That we art not consumed Lord we ow To thee whose bowels stil with mercies flow Each morning they renew and go their round Thy faithfulness is great and knows no bound The Lord 's the lot and portion of my soul Therefore my hope in him shall
THE Lamentations of the Prophet JEREMIAH Paraphras'd Suitable to the exigencies of these times P. Jeremiah 9. 1. O that my head were water … and mine eys a fountain of tears that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people S. Luke 19. 41. Jesus when He was come neer beheld the City and wept over it 42. Saying If thou hadst known even thou at least in this thy day the things which belong unto thy peace But now London Printed Novemb. 11. the day on which His MAjESTIE God bless Him retir'd from Hampton-Court M. D. C. XLVII To the Reader THe sad condition of this unhappy Nation so parallel to that of the Iews both in her Sin and Punishment may be a sufficient Apologie for the setting forth of these most pathetical Lamentations of the Prophet Jeremiah Which being so perfect an Idea and representation both of what we have unjustly done against the sovereign Majesty of Heaven and Earth and of what we most justly suffer from the same most righteous hand I am confident the propounding of them to the publike view in this plain and familiar Paraphrase caÌ„not be lesse acceptable and welcome then it is seasonable proper The undertaking of an Epicaedium in general will be soon justified by the carriage of all sorts of people in the case of common danger by Fire or Water every one then contributing his best assistance either at the pump or bucket And it will be quickly understood why in special I conform'd my sense and expression of our present miseries to the language of the Prophet Ieremiah or rather of the Holy Ghost himself if we consider the strange squeziness of soul most people are possessed with in their several glosses and interpretations of our unnatural distractions My desire is as to insinuate and work kindly upon the affections of all though of never so different judgement in the serious and passionate meditation of our common miseries so indeed not to provoke any gall or rub harshly upon any sore while the consideration of our present sad condition is represented only in general to the sober and solemn thoughts of pious and well affected souls This if I can obtein I have my end and shal satisfie my self with this assurance that if God have not decreed the present ruin of the Nation for our great unthankfulness we shall yet enjoy the Gospel of Peace and the Peace of the Gospel And let all the people say Amen The Lamentations of the Prophet JEREMIAH CHAP. I. HOw doth the City solitary sit That multitudes of people had in it How is she as a widow now bemoan'd She that among the Nations inthron'd Among the Provinces a Princess was How doth she now pay tribute how alas She weepeth sore all night and on her cheek Tears cruel tears her fairest beauties break Among her lovers none her grief allay Her friends are turned foes and her betray Judah into captivity is gone Great servitude and great affliction Among the heathen rest she findeth none But greater straits of persecution The ways of Zion mourn because that none Her solemn Feasts keep with devotion Her gates are desolate her Priests do sigh Her Virgins are afflicted bitterly Her adversaries are the cheif her foe Doth prosper for the Lord hath brought her low The multitude of her transgressions Inslaves her children to the Nations Thy daughters beautie Zion all is gone Her Princes here and there like Harts do run Yet find no pasture nor doth strength remain Her from the fierce pursuer to mantein Jerusalem remembred in the days Of her affliction all the merry Mays All the delightfull things she did enjoy When cruel foes her people did destroy And none did help thus was she all forlorn Seen by her foes her Sabbaths were their scorn Jerusalem hath greiveously transgrest Therfore she wanders far and finds no rest All that once honor'd her her now despise Her nakednesse was sport unto their eies Yea quite ashamed of her self for lack Of Grace and wit she sighs and turneth back Her filthinesse is in her skirts her end Comes never to her mind to make her mend So by Gods wrath she wonderfully fell She had no comforter of peace to tell On my affliction Lord cast thou an eie For lo my foe himself doth magnifie All that was pleasant or to her most dear Lay vanquish'd by her foes triumphant spear And she hath seen ô hight of all disgrace The heathen folk invade her Holy-place On whom was laid of old this strict command Come never never on this Holy land Her people sigh seek bread and to releeve Themselves with meat their pleasant things do give See Blessed God consider these my throes How vile I am become unto my foes O all ye Passengers behold and see Is all this nothing that befalleth me Was ever any sorrow like to mine See was there ever such a naked vine Was the Almighty vengeance ever seen So hard on any as on me 't hath been Or was there ever such a day of wrath So cruel as to me this proved hath Fire from above into my bones he sent Which did in his just anger them torment For me he spread a net he turn'd me back I desolate and faint all comforts lack His hand hath yok'd my sin and misery Which on my neck ly wreathed heavily My strength is gone the Lord hath made me fall Into their hand rise up I never shall The Lord â—'th midst of me hath troden down My mighty men my chiefest joy and crown He an Assembly did against me call Which should my young men crush my maids enthrall The Virgin Judahs daughter was by God As in a winepress pitifully trod For this I weep mine eie mine eie runs down Whole floods of tears my soul and body drown Because the comforter that should releeve My soul doth unto me no comfort give My children most disconsolately cry Because of the prevailing enemy Zion spreads forth her hands but there is none To comfort her the Lords command is gone Concerning Jacob that his cruel foes Should hedge him in him round about inclose Nor wonder at it since Jerusalem Is as a menstrous woman among them The Lord is just for I rebelled have Against the Holy Laws which he me gave All people hear I pray my grief behold My virgins my yong men for slaves are sold I call'd my Lovers but they me deceiv'd I of my Priests and Elders was bereau'd Who in the City did give up the Ghost For want of meat alas their souls were lost Behold ô Lord for I am in distress My troubled bowels yern I do confess My rebel-sins my heart relents ô God Death me bereaves at home the sword abroad My bitter sighs and groans came to their ear But yet to comfort me did none appear When all my foes had heard my troubles story That thou hadst done it Lord how did they glory But when that Day by thee prefixt begins Their