To be wrung from him, 36 That he subverted is In his just cause; the Lord allowes not this. 230 37 Who then will say, that ought doth come to passe, But that which by the Lord commanded was? 38 Both good and evill from his mouth proceeds; 39 Why then grieves any man for his misdeeds? 40 Turne wee to God, by trying out our wayes; 235 41 To him in heaven, our hands with hearts upraise. 42 Wee have rebell'd, and falne away from thee, Thou pardon'st not; 43 Usest no clemencie; Pursuest us, kill'st us, coverest us with wrath, 44 Cover'st thy selfe with clouds, that our prayer hath 240 No power to passe. 45 And thou hast made us fall As refuse, and off-scouring to them all. 46 All our foes gape at us. 47 Feare and a snare With ruine, and with waste, upon us are. 48 With watry rivers doth mine eye oreflow 245 For ruine of my peoples daughter so; 49 Mine eye doth drop downe teares incessantly, 50 Untill the Lord looke downe from heaven to see. 51 And for my citys daughters sake, mine eye Doth breake mine heart. 52 Causles mine enemy, 250 Like a bird chac'd me. 53 In a dungeon They have shut my life, and cast on me a stone. 54 Waters flow'd o'r my head, then thought I, I am Destroy'd; 55 I called Lord, upon thy name Out of the pit. 56 And thou my voice didst heare; 255 Oh from my sigh, and crye, stop not thine eare. 57 Then when I call'd upon thee, thou drew'st nere Unto mee, and said'st unto mee, do not feare. 58 Thou Lord my Soules cause handled hast, and thou Rescud'st my life. 59 O Lord do thou judge now, 260 Thou heardst my wrong. 60 Their vengeance all they have wrought; 61 How they reproach'd, thou hast heard, and what they thought, 62 What their lips uttered, which against me rose, And what was ever whisper'd by my foes. 63 I am their song, whether they rise or sit, 265 64 Give them rewards Lord, for their working fit, 65 Sorrow of heart, thy curse. 66 And with thy might Follow, and from under heaven destroy them quite. CHAP. IV. 1 How is the gold become so dimme? How is Purest and finest gold thus chang'd to this? 270 The stones which were stones of the Sanctuary, Scattered in corners of each street do lye. 2 The pretious sonnes of Sion, which should bee Valued at purest gold, how do wee see Low rated now, as earthen Pitchers, stand, 275 Which are the worke of a poore Potters hand. 3 Even the Sea-calfes draw their brests, and give Sucke to their young; my peoples daughters live, By reason of the foes great cruelnesse, As do the Owles in the vast Wildernesse. 280