Which should refresh their soules, they could not get.
20 Because I am in streights, Iehova see
My heart o'rturn'd, my bowells muddy bee,
Because I have rebell'd so much, as fast
80The sword without, as death within, doth wast.
21 Of all which heare I mourne, none comforts mee,
My foes have heard my griefe, and glad they be,
That thou hast done it; But thy promis'd day
Will come, when, as I suffer, so shall they.