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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
none controul The Lord is good to them that for him wait That soul that seeks him shal his grace relate Great comfort unto man it doth afford To wait for the salvation of the Lord. It 's good for man and doth to God indear If in his youth the yoke of God he bear He sits alone in silence is content Because God layd it on doth not relent His mouth he putteth in the dust if so If to him any hope from thence may grow His cheek he giveth to the smiter he Is filled full with scorn and obloquie The Lord though just yet bears a fathers love Nor wâ—ll me though a sinner stil reprove Though he cause greif yet his compassions Are greater far then our transgressions He doth not from his heart not willingly Afflict or us or our posterity The pris'ners of the earth under his feet To crush as filth or garbage of the street To turn aside the right of any man Before his face who should the right mantein And to subvert a cause for fear or love The Lord the righteous Judg doth not approve Who is' t that saith and it doth come to pass That never by the Lord commanded was Believe it from the mouth of the most high Proceed not good and evil truth and ly O why why doth a living man complain It is but just that sin should have its pain O let us search our ways them let us trie And turn to God in deep humilitie O let us with our hands lift up our heart To God in heaven who will grace impart We have transgressed we rebelled have No pardon from thy justice can we crave Vs in thine anger thou didst persecute Thou didst not pity Thou didst execute Lord thou thy face didst cover with a cloud Thou wouldst not hear our crys though ne'r so loud As the offscouring we are made ô God And refuse of the people all abroad How all our enemies triumph and vaunt How open they their mouths how they us taunt Fer and a snare our souls is come upon Sure desolation and destruction Mine ey mine ey with floods of tears runs o're My daughters sad estate I much deplore Mine ey doth trickle down and doth not cease Will have no intermission no release Until the Lord shal look from heavens throne And thence behold my grief and hear my groan Mine ey affects my heart my heart mine ey So dismal is my daughters misery Me as a bird mine enemies did chase Me sorely without cause they did disgrace Me in the pit they did of life deprive And casting stones my ruin did contrive Over mine head did streams of waters run I said I am cut off I am undon O Lord my God upon thy name I call'd Out of the dungeon where I was enthrall'd Thou heardst my voice ô do not shut thine ears Or at my sighings Lord or at my tears When I on thee did call thou drewest neer In mercy thou saidst to me do not fear The causes of my soul thou Lord didst plead Thou didst my life redeem in her great need Lord thou hast seen the wrongs they did to me Iudg thou my cause ô thou my Patron be Their vengeance and their fury thou hast seen Their thoughts against me all have cruel been Their scorns and their reproaches thou didst hear All their designs against me cursed were The talk of those that did against me rise Thou heardst and what all day they did devise Behold when they rise up or down do ly I am their musick and their melody Requite them Lord that 's all that I demand According to the work of their own hand Ah! let their heart with sorrow be opprest Give them thy curse let them be never blest In anger persecute and to be eav'n Destroy them ô my God from under heav'n CHAP. IIII. How is the gold becom so dim alas How is the gold now chang'd most fine that was How do the stones Lord of thy holy place Ly scatter'd in the streets before thy face How are thy pretious sons my Love my Care Which with the finest gold might once compare How are they now cast by as earthen pots By the laborious hand digg'd out of grots The monsters of the sea draw out their brest From suckling of their yong they never rest The daughter of my people cruel is As is the Ostrich in the wilderness The sucking infants toung for thirst doth cleave Unto his palat but can faith beleeve That the yong children who nought els can speak Should ask for bread and none to them should break They that did feed most high and delicate Do pine and in the streets lie desolate They that descended of most noble race In stead of scarlet dunghils do embrace The daughter of my people did surpass Proud Sodoms sin and punishment alas As in a moment she was overthrown No hand upheld none stayd her falling down Her Nazarites were purer then the snow No milk so white but they did it outgo They were more ruddy then the Rubies are Their polishing excell'd the Saphyrs far Their visage blacker then a coal appears Them mourning in the street none knows or hears Their skin cleaves to their bones is withered And like a stick without all moisture dead They whom the sword hath slain far better be Then they that slain with thirst and hunger die For these do pine away are stricken through For want of fruits which in the field do grow The women that all tender pities breath They they their own their dearest Infants seeth To satisfie their hunger These their meats O Zion when destruction swept thy streets The Lord his fury now accomplish'd hath And justly poured out his feircest wrath A fire burns up thy habitations And hath devoured the foundations Nor Princes that in Majesty excell Nor People that on Earth's vast bounds do dwell Would have beleev'd our foes those cruel men Should make such havock in Jerusalem Her Prophets fins her Priests iniquities The fatal causes of her miseries That made a chanel through the City run Stain'd with the blood of saints by them undon As blindmen wander up and down the street So in by ways trod their misguided feet With blood so much polluted that who ere Their garments touch'd with blood polluted were Depart it is unclean depart they cry Depart touch not when wandering they fly Among the Heathen this was all the talk They shall no more or sojourn there or walk The anger of the Lord did them divide He will no more regard no more them guide The persons of the Priests have no respect The Elders without favour they reject For us vain was our hope our eys did fail Expecting help from man who is but frail We look'd we waited for a Nation Which could not help nor bring salvation They hunt our steps they dogg us in the way That going in the streets we go astray Our end is neer our days fulfilled are Our end is come of help we quite despair The eagles of the heavens for their prey Are not so swift and eager as are they Our persecuting foes who on the hills Persue and lie in wait to do all ills Our breath and thy Anointed ô our God Is taken in the nets they spread abroad Of whom we said Vnder his shadow we Among the heathen shal preserved be Rejoyce ô Edoms daughter in thy spoils Rejoyce ô land of â—…z in our turmoils The Cup of fury shal come round to thee And thou shalt drunken thou shalt naked be Thus was thy sin ô Zion punished Thou shalt no more by him be captive led But as for thee proud Edom God shall visit Thy sins upon thee after thy demerit Chapter the Fift Remember ô our God what we have born Consider our reproach behold our scorn How strangers do our heritage possess Our houses aliens we have no redress We Orphans are alas and fatherless Our Mothers are as Widows in distress For water all our drink we pay and crave Out wood is sold to us as to a slave Our necks are under persecution We labour hard no mitigation With Egypt and Assyria we combin'd That they to satisfie us bread might find Our Fathers dy'd for their iniquities We bear their sins we bear their miseries Servants as Lords have 〈◊〉 at their command And none do us deliver 〈◊〉 their hand We gate our bread 〈◊〉 peril of our life With wilderness and sword we were at strife Our skin was like an Oven scorch'd and black The cruel storms of famine brake our back Thy maids and women ravish'd in the street O Zion wail'd themselvs at their foes feet The Princes and the Peers they execute Nor have the Elders honor or repute Our lusty youth they took and forc'd to grind Our children cleft their wood against their mind The Elders ceased from the Judgment seat Our yong men from their musick did retreat Our joy hath now a long vacation Our dance is turn'd to lamentation Our crown our glory from our head is gon Wo wo to us our sins have us undon For this for this alas our heart is faint For this our ey is dim we make complaint Because thy mountain Zioâ— is forlorn And foxes walk upon it to our scorn But thou ô Lord for ever dost endure Thy throne from age to age is stablish'd sure Wherfore dost thou for ever us forget So long forsake us ô remember yet Yet turn us Lord and we shal turn to thee Our days let as of old renewed be Wilt thou quite cast us off for all thy oath Wo and alas our God is very wroth FINIS 2 Chron. 36. 15 The Lord God of their Fathers sent to them by his Messengers rising up betimes and sending because he had compassion on His people and on his dwelling place 16 But they mocked the Messengers of God and despised his words and misused his Prophets until the wrath of the Lord arose against his people til there was no remedie