Sions Elegies: Threnodia II, Eleg. 13

NEver, ah! never yet, did vengeance brand
A State, with deeper ruine, than thy Land;
Deare Sion how could mischiefe beene more keene,
Or strucke thy glory with a sharper spleene?
Whereto (Ierusalem) to what shall I
Compare this thy unequall'd misery?
Turne backe to ages past; Search deepe Records:
Theirs are, thine cannot be exprest in words:
Would, would to God, my lives cheape price might be
Esteem'd of value, but to ransome thee;
Would I could cure thy griefe; but who is able
To heale that wound, that is immedicable?