Songs of Sion Set for the ioy of gods deere ones, vvho sitt here by the brookes of this vvorlds Babel, & vveepe vvhen they thinke on Hierusalem vvhich is on highe. By W.L.

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Title: Songs of Sion Set for the ioy of gods deere ones, vvho sitt here by the brookes of this vvorlds Babel, & vveepe vvhen they thinke on Hierusalem vvhich is on highe. By W.L.
Author: Loe, William, d. 1645.
Publication: [Hamburg :: S.n.,; 1620 (24 Jan.)]
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IN all my bones is fire
A net my feete hath caught
God turnes his face, & makes me faynt* 1.1
His vvrath it hath me taught.

His hand is on my necke,
His yoke hath bound me sore* 1.2
He beares his hād so hard on me
That I can rise noe more.

My men of force are gone,
My young men crusht vvith might
My maids, & babes are trod to dust* 1.3
And all this in my sight.

For these things vveeps myne eie•…•…
My soule is farre from glee
The foe doth force me to this woe▪* 1.4
And none doth care for me.

We stretch our hands for helpe▪
And none doth take a care
We are as is the filth of all* 1.5
They looke not hovve vve fare

Yet thou art iust o lord
For vve haue gone from thee
Thou vvilt vs helpe for this at last.* 1.6
O shevve thy face to me.