Because when her transgressions did increase,
The Lord strooke her with sadnesse: Th'enemie
20Doth drive her children to captivitie.
6 From Sions daughter is all beauty gone,
Like Harts, which seeke for Pasture, and find none,
Her Princes are, and now before the foe
Which still pursues them, without strength they go.
257 Now in her daies of Teares, Jerusalem
(Her men slaine by the foe, none succouring them)