Sions Elegies: Threnodia I, Eleg. 17

REnt from the glory of her lost renowne,
Sion laments; Her lips (her lips o'reflowne
With floods of teares) she prompteth how to breake
New languages, instructs her tongue to speake
Elegious Dialects; She lowly bends
Her dusty knees upon the earth, extends
Her brawnlesse armes to them, whose ruthlesse eyes
Are red, with laughing at her miseries;
Naked she lies, deform'd, and circumvented,
With troopes of feares, unpitied, unlamented,
A loathsome draine for filth, despis'd, forlorne;
The scorne of Nations, and the childe of scorne.