20 The annointed Lord, breath of our nostrils, hee Of whom we said, under his shadow, wee Shall with more ease under the Heathen dwell, Into the pit which these men digged, fell. 340 21 Rejoyce O _Edoms daughter_, joyfull bee Thou which inhabitst _Huz_, for unto thee This cup shall passe, and thou with drunkennesse Shalt fill thy selfe, and shew thy nakednesse. 22 And then thy sinnes O _Sion_, shall be spent, 345 The Lord will not leave thee in banishment. Thy sinnes O _Edoms daughter_, hee will see, And for them, pay thee with captivitie. CHAP. V. 1 Remember, O Lord, what is fallen on us; See, and marke how we are reproached thus, 350 2 For unto strangers our possession Is turn'd, our houses unto Aliens gone, 3 Our mothers are become as widowes, wee As Orphans all, and without father be; 4 Waters which are our owne, wee drunke, and pay, 355 And upon our owne wood a price they lay. 5 Our persecutors on our necks do sit, They make us travaile, and not intermit, 6 We stretch our hands unto th'_Egyptians_ To get us bread; and to the _Assyrians_. 360 7 Our Fathers did these sinnes, and are no more, But wee do beare the sinnes they did before. 8 They are but servants, which do rule us thus, Yet from their hands none would deliver us. 9 With danger of our life our bread wee gat; 365 For in the wildernesse, the sword did wait. 10 The tempests of this famine wee liv'd in, Black as an Oven colour'd had our skinne: 11 In _Iudaes_ cities they the maids abus'd By force, and so women in _Sion_ us'd. 370 12 The Princes with their hands they hung; no grace Nor honour gave they to the Elders face. 13 Unto the mill our yong men carried are, And children fell under the wood they bare. 14 Elders, the gates; youth did their songs forbeare, 375 15 Gone was our joy; our dancings, mournings were. 16 Now is the crowne falne from our head; and woe Be unto us, because we'have sinned so. 17 For this our hearts do languish, and for this Over our eyes a cloudy dimnesse is. 380 18 Because mount _Sion_ desolate doth lye, And foxes there do goe at libertie: 19 But thou O Lord art ever, and thy throne From generation, to generation. 20 Why should'st thou forget us eternally? 385 Or leave us thus long in this misery? 21 Restore us Lord to thee, that so we may Returne, and as of old, renew our day. 22 For oughtest thou, O Lord, despise us thus, And to be utterly enrag'd at us? 390