9 Their gates are sunke into the ground, and hee Hath broke the barres; their King and Princes bee Amongst the heathen, without law, nor there Unto their Prophets doth the Lord appeare. 10 There _Sions Elders_ on the ground are plac'd, 125 And silence keepe; Dust on their heads they cast, In sackcloth have they girt themselves, and low The Virgins towards ground, their heads do throw. 11 My bowells are growne muddy, and mine eyes Are faint with weeping: and my liver lies 130 Pour'd out upon the ground, for miserie That sucking children in the streets doe die. 12 When they had cryed unto their Mothers, where Shall we have bread, and drinke? they fainted there, And in the streets like wounded persons lay 135 Till 'twixt their mothers breasts they went away. 13 _Daughter Ierusalem_, Oh what may bee A witnesse, or comparison for thee? Sion, to ease thee, what shall I name like thee? Thy breach is like the sea, what help can bee? 140 14 For thee vaine foolish things thy Prophets sought, Thee, thine iniquities they have not taught, Which might disturne thy bondage: but for thee False burthens, and false causes they would see. 15 The passengers doe clap their hands, and hisse, 145 And wag their head at thee, and say, Is this That citie, which so many men did call Joy of the earth, and perfectest of all? 16 Thy foes doe gape upon thee, and they hisse, And gnash their teeth, and say, Devoure wee this, 150 For this is certainly the day which wee Expected, and which now we finde, and see. 17 The Lord hath done that which he purposed, Fulfill'd his word of old determined; He hath throwne downe, and not spar'd, and thy foe 155 Made glad above thee, and advanc'd him so. 18 But now, their hearts against the Lord do call, Therefore, O walls of _Sion_, let teares fall Downe like a river, day and night; take thee No rest, but let thine eye incessant be. 160 19 Arise, cry in the night, poure, for thy sinnes, Thy heart, like water, when the watch begins; Lift up thy hands to God, lest children dye, Which, faint for hunger, in the streets doe lye. 20 Behold O Lord, consider unto whom 165 Thou hast done this; what, shall the women come To eate their children of a spanne? shall thy Prophet and Priest be slaine in Sanctuary? 21 On ground in streets, the yong and old do lye, My virgins and yong men by sword do dye; 170 Them in the day of thy wrath thou hast slaine, Nothing did thee from killing them containe.