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Eleg. 20.
Vouchsafe, oh thou eternall Lord of pitty,
To looke on Sion, and thy dearest City,
Confus'd Ierusalem, for thy Davids sake,
And for that promise, which thy selfe did make
To halting Isr'el; loe, thy hand hath forc'd
Mothers (whom lawlesse Famine hath divorc'd
From deare affection) to devoure the bloomes,
And buds, that burgeond frō their painful wombs;
Thy sacred Priests and Prophets, that while-ere
Did hourely whisper in thy neighbouring eare,
Are falne before the sacrilegious sword,
Even where, even whilst they did unfold thy word,
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