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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.
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.
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.
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.
21. For oughtest thou, O Lord, despise us thus,
22. And to be utterly inrag'd at us?
Hymn to God, my God, in my sickness.
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.
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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