4 And when the sucking child doth strive to draw, His tongue for thirst cleaves to his upper jaw. And when for bread the little children crye, There is no man that doth them satisfie. 5 They which before were delicately fed, 285 Now in the streets forlorne have perished, And they which ever were in scarlet cloath'd, Sit and embrace the dunghills which they loath'd. 6 The daughters of my people have sinned more, Then did the towne of _Sodome_ sinne before; 290 Which being at once destroy'd, there did remaine No hands amongst them, to vexe them againe. 7 But heretofore purer her Nazarite Was then the snow, and milke was not so white; As carbuncles did their pure bodies shine, 295 And all their polish'dnesse was Saphirine. 8 They are darker now then blacknes, none can know Them by the face, as through the streets they goe, For now their skin doth cleave unto the bone, And withered, is like to dry wood growne. 300 9 Better by sword then famine 'tis to dye; And better through pierc'd, then through penury. 10 Women by nature pitifull, have eate Their children drest with their owne hands for meat. 11 _Iehova_ here fully accomplish'd hath 305 His indignation, and powr'd forth his wrath, Kindled a fire in _Sion_, which hath power To eate, and her foundations to devour. 12 Nor would the Kings of the earth, nor all which live In the inhabitable world beleeve, 310 That any adversary, any foe Into _Ierusalem_ should enter so. 13 For the Priests sins, and Prophets, which have shed Blood in the streets, and the just murthered: 14 Which when those men, whom they made blinde, did stray 315 Thorough the streets, defiled by the way With blood, the which impossible it was Their garments should scape touching, as they passe, 15 Would cry aloud, depart defiled men, Depart, depart, and touch us not; and then 320 They fled, and strayd, and with the _Gentiles_ were, Yet told their friends, they should not long dwell there; 16 For this they are scattered by Jehovahs face Who never will regard them more; No grace Unto their old men shall the foe afford, 325 Nor, that they are Priests, redeeme them from the sword. 17 And wee as yet, for all these miseries Desiring our vaine helpe, consume our eyes: And such a nation as cannot save, We in desire and speculation have. 330 18 They hunt our steps, that in the streets wee feare To goe: our end is now approached neere, Our dayes accomplish'd are, this the last day. 19 Eagles of heaven are not so swift as they Which follow us, o'r mountaine tops they flye 335 At us, and for us in the desart lye.