The hideous noise of their sad voice
ascendeth to the Skies.
CCV.
They wring their hands, their caitiff-hands,
Luke 13:38.
Prov. 1:26.
and gnash their teeth for terror;
They cry, they roar for anguish sore,
and gnaw their tongues for horror.
But get away without delay,
Christ pities not your cry;