CAPI. IIII.
O Howe is the golde become so dymme? [unspec A] Howe is the goodly colour of it so sore chaunged? and the stones of the Sayntua∣ry thus scatred in the corner of euery strete.
The chyldren of Sion that were alway in honour / and clothed with the most precy∣ous golde: howe are they nowe become lyke the erthen vessels / whiche be made with the potters hande? The dragons geue theyr yonge ones sucke with bare brestes: but the daughter of my people is cruell / and dwel∣leth in the wyldernesse: lyke the Estriches.
The tonges of the suckynge chyldren / cleue to the rofe of theyr mouthes for verye thriste. The yonge chyldren aske breade / but there is no man that geueth it them.
They that were wont to fare delycate∣ly peryshe in the stretes: they that afore were brought vp in purple, make nowe muche of [unspec B] donge. The synne of the daughter of my people is become greater then the wicked¦nes of Sodome / that sodēly was destroyed, and not taken with handes. Her abstey∣ners (or Nazarees) were whyter then the snowe or mylke: theyr colour was fresh, reed as Corall, theyr beautie lyke the Saphyre.
But nowe theyr faces very blacke. In so much, that thou shuldest not knowe them in the stretes. Theyr skynne cleueth to their bones▪ It is withered, & become lyke a drye stocke, They that be slayne with y• swerd are happyer then such as dye of honger, and peryshe away, samyshynge for the frutes of the felde. The wemen (whiche of na∣ture are pytiefull) haue sodden theyr owne