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The Lamentations of Ieremy |
for the most part according |
to Tremelius |
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Chapter. 1 |
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1 How sitts this Citty late most populous [34] |
Thus solitary and like a widdow thus |
Amplest of nations, Queene of provences |
Shee was who now thus solitary is |
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2 Still in the night shee weepes, and her teares fall |
Downe by her cheekes along, and none of all |
Her louers comfort her, Perfidiously |
Her frinds haue delt, and now are enemy |
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3 Vnto greate bondage and afflictions |
Iuda is Captiue lead, those Nations |
With whome shee dwells no place of rest affoord |
In straights shee meetes her persecutors sword |
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4 Empty are the Gates of Syon, and her wayes |
Mourne because none come to her solemne dayes |
Her Priests doe grone, her maydes are comfortlesse |
And shee is to her selfe a bitternesse |
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5 Her foes ar growne her head, and liue at peace |
Because when her trangressions did encrease |
The Lord strooke her with sadnesse, Th' Enemy |
Doth driue the children to capitiuity |
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6 ffrom Syons daughter is all bewty gon. |
Like th'Harts wch. seeke for pasture and find none |
Hir Princes are; and now before the foe |
Wch. still pursues them, without strength they goe
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