12 When they had cryed unto their Mothers, where
Shall we have bread, and drinke? they fainted there,
135And in the streets like wounded persons lay
Till 'twixt their mothers breasts they went away.
13 Daughter Ierusalem, Oh what may bee
A witnesse, or comparison for thee?
Sion, to ease thee, what shall I name like thee?
140Thy breach is like the sea, what help can bee?
14 For thee vaine foolish things thy Prophets sought,