God cries like a trav. Wom

LIke as a Woman travailing
Does cry out in her pain,
So thou dost say Lord thou wilt do,
To pour forth wrath amain.

Thy Patience and sweet Lenity
Is almost gone, no doubt,
And therefore thou most bitterly
Wilt quickly now cry out.

A Woman when her travel comes
From crying can't refrain,
So thou wilt cry for Sions sake
Like her in grievous pain.

A woman in her travel strives
Her Child for to bring forth,
So thou deliverance for thy Church
Wilt work throughout the Earth.

Afflicted thou dost seem to be
For thy poor Sions sake,
And therefore on her Enemies
Dread Vengeance thou wilt take.

When pangs do on a Woman seize,
Deliverance is near.
So of thy Foes thou soon wilt ease
Thy self it does appear.

Behold, ye Saints, Gods Love to you,
And sing his glorious praise,
Your Enemy he will o'rethrow,
And that in these last dayes.