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13. Unto the mill our young men carried are, |
And children fell under the wood they bare. |
14. Elders the gates, youth did their songs forbear, |
Gone was our joy; our dancings mournings were. |
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15. Now is the crown faln from our head; and woe |
Be unto us, because we have sinned so. |
16. For this our hearts do languish, and for this |
Over our eyes a cloudy dimness is. |
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17. Because mount Sion desolate doth lie, |
And foxes, there do go at liberty: |
18. But thou, O Lord art ever, and thy throne |
From generation, to generation. |
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19. Why shouldst thou forget us eternally? |
Or leave us thus long in this misery? |
20. Restore us Lord, to thee; that so we may |
Return, and as of old, renew our day. |
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21. For oughtest thou, O Lord, despise us thus, |
22. And to be utterly inrag'd at us? |
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Hymn to God, my God, in my sickness. |
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Since I am comming to that Holy room, |
Where, with the Quire of Saints for evermore, |
I shall be made thy Musique, As I come |
I tune the Instrument here at the door, |
And what I must do then, think here before. |
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Whilst my Physitians by their love are grown |
Cosmographers, and I their Map, who lie |
Flat on this bed, that by them may be shown
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