Thou pardon'st not; 43 Usest no clemencie;
Pursuest us, kill'st us, coverest us with wrath,
24044 Cover'st thy selfe with clouds, that our prayer hath
No power to passe. 45 And thou hast made us fall
As refuse, and off-scouring to them all.
46 All our foes gape at us. 47 Feare and a snare
With ruine, and with waste, upon us are.
24548 With watry rivers doth mine eye oreflow
For ruine of my peoples daughter so;
49 Mine eye doth drop downe teares incessantly,