Sions Elegies: Threnodia IIII, Eleg. 17

REnt, and deposed from Imperiall state,
y heavens high hand, on heaven we must await;
To him that struck, our sorrowes must appeale;
Where heaven hath smit no hand of man can heale;
In vaine, our wounds expected mans reliefe,
For disappointed hopes renew a griefe;
Aegypt opprest us in our fathers loynes,
What hope's in Aegypt? Nay, if Aegypt joynes
Her force with Iudah, our united powres
Could nere prevaile 'gainst such a foe as our's;
Aegypt, that once did feele heavens scourge, for grie-ving,
His flock, would now refinde it, for reliving.