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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The second depth.
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They that vvere pure as snovve,And vvhite as is the milke
That lookt so red, so fresh, so faire,
And clad them selues vvith silke.
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They are as blacke as cole,By face they are not knowne;
Their skin is parcht, & cleaues to bones
They vvaile, they vveepe, they moane.
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They vvhom the svvord doth killWe count in a good case,
For they that liue doe pine for vvant,
Both they, & all their race.
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The babes that sucke the breastWe seeth for meat in pott,
Or else vve pine for vvant of meat
Our limbs doe fade, & rott.
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The lord is vvrath vvith vs,On vs he shoures his ire,
And vve are cleane out out of sight
He burnes vs vp vvith fire.
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The kings of all the earthDoe stand in maze to see.
Our foes march in our streats vvith routs,
& vve poore soules to flee
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