God

Their heart cryed vnto the Lord, O wall of the daughter Zion, let teares runne downe like a riuer, day and night: take thee no rest, neither let the apple of thine eye cease.

Arise, cry in the night: in the beginning of the watches powre out thine heart like water before the face of the Lord: lift vp thine handes towarde him for the life of thy yong children, that faint for hunger in the corners of all the streetes.

Beholde, O Lord, and consider to whome thou hast done thus: shall the women eate their fruite, and children of a spanne long? shall the Priest and the Prophet be slaine in the Sanctuarie of the Lord?

The yong and the olde lie on the ground in the streetes: my virgins and my yong men are fallen by the sworde: thou hast slaine them in the day of thy wrath: thou hast killed and not spared.

Thou hast called as in a solemne daye my terrours rounde about, so that in the day of the Lordes wrath none escaped nor remained: those that I haue nourished and brought vp, hath mine enemie consumed.

I am the man, that hath seene affliction in the rod of his indignation.

Surely he is turned against me: he turneth his hand against me all the day.

My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.

He hath hedged about mee, that I cannot get out: he hath made my chaines heauy.

Also when I cry and showte, hee shutteth out my prayer.

He hath stopped vp my wayes with hewen stone, and turned away my paths.

He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.

He hath bent his bow and made me a marke for the arrow.

Hee caused the arrowes of his quiuer to enter into my reines.

He hath filled me with bitternes, and made me drunken with wormewood.

He hath also broken my teeth with stones, and hath couered me with ashes.

And I saide, My strength and mine hope is perished from the Lord,

It is the Lordes mercies that wee are not consumed, because his compassions faile not.

They are renued euery morning: great is thy faithfulnesse.

The Lord is my portion, sayth my soule: therefore wil I hope in him.

The Lord is good vnto them, that trust in him, and to the soule that seeketh him.

It is good both to trust, and to waite for the saluation of the Lord.

Hee giueth his cheeke to him that smiteth him: he is filled full with reproches.

For the Lord will not forsake for euer.

But though he sende affliction, yet will he haue compassion according to the multitude of his mercies.