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. [i.e. William Loe] |
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| 1. | The first depth |
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The first depth
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Hovve is our gold so dymme?The fine gold hovve ist lost?
The stones of the lords house are vvast
This is our case, our cost.
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Our sonnes that vvere so strongAre trod as clay in streete,
And as the potts so are they broke
They crush thē vvith their feete.
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The formes of fish in sea,That are most strange to see
Yea they to young ones yeald their breasts
with vs this may not bee.
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The babe that suckes is drye,For bread the young ones cry,
But bread, & breast they can haue none
And so they faint, & dye.
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They that did feede most fineThe crusts most course vvould haue,
They that put on their robs of silke
The pigs coote seekes, & craue.
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The vvoe that vve doe bereIs farre more great then vvhen
our god did rayne fell fire frō skey,
And burnt the sonnes of men.
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