Sions Elegies: Threnodia II, Eleg. 17

REbellious Iudah! Could thy flattring crimes
Secure thee from the dangers of the times?
Or did thy summer Prophets ere foresay
These evills, or warn'd thee of a winters day?
Did not those sweet-lipt Oracles beguile
Thy wanton eares, with newes of Wine, and Oile?
But heaven is just: what his deepe counsell wild,
His prophets told, and Iustice hath fulfill'd:
He hath destroy'd; no secret place so voyd,
No Fort so sure, that Heaven hath not destroy'd:
Thou land of Iudah! How's thy sacred throne
Become a stage, for Heathen to trample on!