A sacred poem wherein the birth, miracles, death, resurrection, and ascension of the most holy Jesus are delineated ... : also eighteen of David's psalms, with the Book of Lamentations paraphras'd, together with poems on several occasions / by James Chamberlaine.
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A sacred poem wherein the birth, miracles, death, resurrection, and ascension of the most holy Jesus are delineated ... : also eighteen of David's psalms, with the Book of Lamentations paraphras'd, together with poems on several occasions / by James Chamberlaine.
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Chamberlaine, James, Sir, d. 1699.
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London :: Printed by R.E. for R. Bentley and M. Magnes ...,
1680.
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CHAP. V. A pitiful Complaint of Sion in Prayer to God.
1.
BE mindful, thou, of all our Woes, whose ThroneIn Heaven is: on our reproach look down.
2.
The Land, thou gav'st us to Possess, is Till'dBy Heathens, and our Houses with them fill'd.
3.
No King we have, our Cities all are left,As mournful Widows, of their Loves bereft.
4.
We can't fetch Water from the Chrystal Spring,Nor Fuel get, unless its price we bring.
5.
Our Necks are with a grievous Bondage prest,Wearied we are, and can obtain no rest.
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We have for Bread implored Egypts Aid,And a firm League with wicked Ashur made.
7.
Our Fathers have transgrest, and are no more;We their Transgressions, and our own have bore.
8.
Servants have rul'd, and had o're us command;None would us free from their imperious Hand.
9.
We ran the hazard of our lives for Meat,Because the Sword around did for us wait.
10.
Our Skin did black (as is the Oven) look,Because lank-Famine rag'd in ev'ry nook.
11.
They forc'd the Wives in Sion, and in wild,And burning Lust their lovely Maids defil'd.
12.
They hang'd our Princes up, and had no careTo honour them, who Priests or Aged were.
13.
They made the Young-Men labour at the Mill,With weighty Burdens did the Children kill.
14.
No Law-dispensing-Elder now doth sitIn Sions Gate, nor's Musick heard in it.
15.
The Joy and Pleasure of our Heart is fled,Our Daunce we now in mournful Measures Tread.
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16.
The State and glory of our Realm is gone,Wo to us, for our Sins have it undone.
17.
For this our Hearts are Faint, our Griefs increase,And for these things our Eyes ne're Weeping cease.
18.
But chiefly for that Sion (fam'd of OldTo be thy Joy) is now the Foxes hold.
19.
But why, O Lord, thou sole Eternal One,Who hast an everlasting settled Throne,
20.
Do'st thou so long forget, and leave us here;And to our Out-cries wilt not lend an Ear?
21.
Turn thou, Lord, and we shall turned be,And let us have the Days, we once did see:
22.
But thou hast cast us off; thine angry lookShows, that thou hast thy Sion quite forsook.
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