17 There's none, though _Sion_ do stretch out her hand, 65 To comfort her, it is the Lords command That _Iacobs_ foes girt him. _Ierusalem_ Is as an uncleane woman amongst them. 18 But yet the Lord is just, and righteous still, I have rebell'd against his holy will; 70 O heare all people, and my sorrow see, My maides, my young men in captivitie. 19 I called for my _lovers_ then, but they Deceiv'd mee, and my Priests, and Elders lay Dead in the citie; for they sought for meat 75 Which should refresh their soules, they could not get. 20 Because I am in streights, _Iehova_ see My heart o'rturn'd, my bowells muddy bee, Because I have rebell'd so much, as fast The sword without, as death within, doth wast. 80 21 Of all which heare I mourne, none comforts mee, My foes have heard my griefe, and glad they be, That thou hast done it; But thy promis'd day Will come, when, as I suffer, so shall they. 22 Let all their wickednesse appeare to thee, 85 Doe unto them, as thou hast done to mee, For all my sinnes: The sighs which I have had Are very many, and my heart is sad. CHAP. II. 1 How over Sions daughter hath God hung His wraths thicke cloud! and from heaven hath flung 90 To earth the beauty of _Israel_, and hath Forgot his foot-stoole in the day of wrath! 2 The Lord unsparingly hath swallowed All Jacobs dwellings, and demolished To ground the strengths of _Iuda_, and prophan'd 95 The Princes of the Kingdome, and the land. 3 In heat of wrath, the horne of _Israel_ hee Hath cleane cut off, and lest the enemie Be hindred, his right hand he doth retire, But is towards _Iacob_, All-devouring fire. 100 4 Like to an enemie he bent his bow, His right hand was in posture of a foe, To kill what _Sions_ daughter did desire, 'Gainst whom his wrath, he poured forth, like fire. 5 For like an enemie _Iehova_ is, 105 Devouring _Israel_, and his Palaces, Destroying holds, giving additions To _Iuda's_ daughters lamentations. 6 Like to a garden hedge he hath cast downe The place where was his congregation, 110 And _Sions_ feasts and sabbaths are forgot; Her King, her Priest, his wrath regardeth not. 7 The Lord forsakes his Altar, and detests His Sanctuary, and in the foes hand rests His Palace, and the walls, in which their cries 115 Are heard, as in the true solemnities. 8 The Lord hath cast a line, so to confound And levell _Sions_ walls unto the ground; He drawes not back his hand, which doth oreturne The wall, and Rampart, which together mourne. 120