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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A31568	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.	Chamberlaine, James, Sir, d. 1699.	1680 (1680)	Wing C1817; ESTC R34419	74,873	219

Hunter but fall down and dye 7. Jerusalem did to remembrance call When she afflicted was and made to fall Those pleasant and delightful things which she Lost when she went into Captivity Her jeering Foes upon her Sorrows play'd And May-Games at her sacred Sabbaths made 8. Jerusalem hath sinned grievously And is remov'd for her Impiety All that ador'd her do her now despise Having beheld her lew'd Adulteries Sighing she turns her mounful Face aside And vents her Sorrows in a Briny Tide 9. Fill'd with Pollution in her wanton mind Her fearful end could no admittance find Therefore when least she did of Judgment dream Down from her fancy'd Bliss she headlong came In a most fearful manner and no Eye Let fall a Tear at her Calamity Behold O Lord the troubles of my Breast And how they are by a proud Foe encreast 10. His impious hand hath from her Eyes remov'd Those sacred things which she so dearly lov'd Within her Courts the Heathen have been seen Who were forbad by Thee to enter in 11. Her starving People for the want of Bread Do sighing sit not to be comforted All their delightful things they given have For Food to save them from the noisome Grave Behold O Lord consider how I now Am held in no esteem and made to bow 12. Have ye no sense of my afflicted case Ye savage Monsters who this way do pass Stay but a while and tell me if your Eyes Have seen such sad amazing Miseries As my incensed God is pleas'd to lay Upon my Soul in this his wrathful day 13. He from above into my Bones hath sent Consuming-Fire as a punishment He for my Feet an unseen Net hath spread Amid'st those sinful Paths I us'd to tread And backwards turn'd me so that now I lye Wasting and fainting in my Misery 14. He round my Neck hath put the heavy Band Of my Transgressions with his angry Hand And my Herculean Strength hath weaken'd so That I am captiv'd by a feeble Foe Nor shall I ever able be again To burst asunder my uneasie Chain 15. The Lord hath trampled under foot the strong And valiant Men which did to me belong In fury he hath sent an armed Host To slay my Youth and spoil my fertile Coast As in a Wine-Press the Almighty hath Trod Judah's Daughter in his burning Wrath. 16. No downy Sleep can on mine Eye-lids creep For these Afflictions day and night I weep Adown my Cheeks the briny Tears do rowl Because the Lord who should relieve my Soul Is far from me my Children des'olate are And Pris'ners made unto the Foe in War 17. Sion for Succour hath her Hands stretch'd out But all in vain the Lord hath round about Girt Jacob with his Foes Jerusalem Is as a menstr'ous Wretch abhorr'd by them 18. The Lord is Righteous and his Judgments all For my notorious Sins do justly fall Upon my wanton head I all my days Have been a Rebel to his sacred ways Hear I beseech you all ye passers by Look how forsaken I in Sorrow lye My Maids and young Men by a conq'ring-hand Are Captives led into another Land 19. I call'd on those whom I my Lovers thought To come and help me but they help'd me not My Priests and Elders in the Streets fell Dead Famish'd with Hunger for the want of Bread 20. Behold O Lord the Judgments of my Sin My Bowels work my heart can't rest within Sad and dejected in the midst of Woes I trembling sit to see the slaughtring Blows Of the devouring Sword abroad the while Within my Gates pale Famine makes a spoil 21. My treach'rous Friends have heard how sadly I Have mourn'd but none would to my help draw nigh My Foes have likewise all my Trouble known And greatly joy at what thy Hand hath done But thou wilt bring their stablish'd day at last And plague them sorely who have laid me waste 22. Then let their Sins in their full measure come Before thy Face and let them have their Doom A Doom as sharp as I have found from thee Do unto them as thou hast done to me It 's time O Lord that thou should'st take my part And ease the Pains of my afflicted Heart CHAP. II. 1. Jeremiah lamenteth the Misery of Jerusalem 20. He camplaineth thereof to God 1. HOw hath the Lord forsaken his delight And mask'd his Sion in the Shade of Night Took from her lovely Brow the awful Crown And hath from Heav'n to Earth her Beauties thrown Rememb'ring not in this his wrathful day The sacred Temple where we us'd to Pray 2. He ruin'd hath and utterly destroy'd Those pleasant Tents which Jacob long enjoy'd Thrown down the Holds of Judah's Daughter round And raz'd and made them level with the ground Yea as a thing unclean hath made the Land And all her Princes in his Eye-sight stand 3. He in his Fury Isr'els Strength hath quell'd And his all-sisting-Arm from him with-held Before the Foe in his consuming Ire Hath Jacob wasted with devouring Fire 4. To its full bent like a revengeful Foe His sin'wy-Arm hath drawn the fatal Bow And slew whate're in Sions Tent was known To be with pleasure and delight look'd on 5. He as a Foe hath Isr'els Land laid waste And all his Forts and Palaces defac'd In universal sorrow Judah lies Rending the gentle Air with mournful Cries 6. He from his Temple hath his presence took Like an unfruitful Garden it forsook In Rubbish laid his hallow'd House and those Scatter'd who there to serve in Course were chose Hath caus'd the solemn Feasts and Sabbaths too Of Sion to forgotten be and go Without their due observance and in 's Wrath The sacred King and Priest despised hath 7. No mounting Flames upon his Altar rise His Temple hateful is unto his Eyes Her Walls within whose Guards we us'd to stand Are given up into the Heathens Hand As in a solemn Feast their Voices are Heard in our Courts to rend the sounding Air. 8. The Lord hath purpos'd level as the ground To lay the Walls that compass Sion round And hath stretch'd out a Line resolved on Her utter Ruine and Subversion Therefore the shielding-Rampart and the Wall Together sunk and to the ground did fall 9. Her Brass-Ribb'd Gates which none could ever wound And Iron-Bars lye broken on the ground Her Kings and Princes who in Purple sate Dispencing Justice in her peaceful Gate Are Captives now among the Heathen gone No Law nor Justice in her Gates are known Her Prophets find no Vision from the Lord Nor in his House sounds forth the sacred Word 10. In a deep silence on the dusty ground The Elders sit with Woes encompast round With fulsome Dust strow'd on each hoary-Head And with repenting Sack-cloath covered The lovely Maids of Sion who would not Within their Breasts admit a ruffling thought Prest down with sorrow like the Aged go With palsi'd Limbs and Heads that downwards bow 11. My spungy Eyes which from their Channels ne're