Sions Elegies: Threnodia IIII, Eleg. 11

LAment, O sad Ierusalem, lament;
O weepe, if all thy teares be yet unspent,
Weepe (wasted Iudh) let no drop be kept
Vnshed, let not one teare be left, unwept;
For angry heaven hath nothing left undone,
To bring thy ruines to perfection:
No curse, no plague the fierce Almighty hath
Kept backe, to summe the totall of his wrath;
Thy Citie burnes; thy Sion is dispoyld;
Thy Wives are ravisht, and thy Maides defil'd;
Famine at home; the Sword abroad destroyes thee;
Thou cry'st to heav'n, & heav'n his are denies thee.