Sions Elegies: Threnodia I, Eleg. 4

DId not these sacred Cawsies, that are leading
To Sion, late seeme pav'd, with often treading?
Now secret Dens, for lurking Theeves to meet,
Vnprest, unlesse with sacrilegious feet;
Sion the Temple of the highest God,
Stands desolate, her holy steps untrod;
Her Altars are defac'd, her Virgin fires
Surcease, & with a stinke, her snuff expires; cries,
Her Priests have chang'd their Hymus to sighs and cries,
Her Virgins weepe forth Rivers from their eyes:
O Sion, thou that wert the Childe of mirth,
Art now the scorne, and By-word of the Earth