A Voice declareth from Dan, and publisheth affliction from Mount Ephraim, make ye mention to the Nations; behold, publish against Jerusalem, that Watchers come from a far Country, and give ⟨p. 188⟩out their voice against the Cities of Judah: As Keepers of the Field they are against her round about, because she hath been rebellious against me, saith the Lord. Thy way and thy doings have procured these things unto thee; this is thy wickedness, because it is bitter, because it reacheth unto thine heart. My bowels, my bowels, I am pained at my very heart, my heart maketh a noise within me, I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the Trumpet, the Alarm of War. Destruction upon destruction is cried, for the whole land is spoiled, and my curtains in a moment. How long shall I see the Standard, and hear the sound of the Trumpet; I beheld, and all the Cities were broken down at the presence of the Lord, and by his fierce anger; for thus hath the Lord said, The whole land shall be desolate; for this shall the land mourn, and the Heavens above be black. The whole City shall flee for the noise of the Horsemen and the Bowmen, they shall go into the Thickets, and climb up upon the Rocks; every City shall be forsaken, and not a man dwell therein; And when thou art spoiled, what wilt thou do? though thou clothest thy self with Crimson, though thou deckest thy self with Ornaments of Gold, though thou rentest thy face with Painting; in vain shalt thou make thy self fair; thy lovers shall despise thee, they will seek thy life: for I have heard a voice, as of a woman in travel, and the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child; the voice of the daughter of Zion, that bewaileth her self; that spreadeth forth her hands, saying, Woe is me now, for my soul is wearied because of murderers. This might have been the Judgement, and these the Complaints of London ⟨p. 189⟩and England; which would have been worse than Plague or Fire. The Plague reached many, but the Sword might have reached all; the Fire devoured Houses, but the Sword might have devoured the Inhabitants. The Lord might have brought a Foreign Sword, and open Invasion; or he might have given up London to a more private sudden Butchery and Massacre by the hands of cruel Papists, as was feared;
A Voice declareth from Dan, and publisheth affliction from Mount Ephraim, make ye mention to the Nations; behold, publish against Jerusalem, that Watchers come from a far Countrey, and give ⟨p. 188⟩out their voice against the Cities of Judah: As Keepers of the Field they are against her round about, because she hath been rebellious against me, saith the Lord. Thy way and thy doings have procured these things unto thee; this is thy wickedness, because it is bitter, because it reacheth unto thine heart. My bowels, my bowels, I am pained at my very heart, my heart maketh a noise within me, I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the Trumpet, the Alarm of Warr. Destruction upon destruction is cryed, for the whole land is spoyled, and my curtains in a moment. How long shall I see the Standard, and hear the sound of the Trumpet; I beheld, and all the Cities were broken down at the presence of the Lord, and by his fierce anger; for thus hath the Lord said, The whole land shall be desolate; for this shall the land mourn, and the Heavens above be black. The whole City shall flee for the noise of the Horsemen and the Bowmen, they shall go into the Thickets, and climbe up upon the Rocks; every City shall be forsaken, and not a man dwell therein; And when thou art spoyled, what wilt thou do? though thou cloathest thy self with Crimson, though thou deckest thy self with Ornaments of Gold, though thou rentest thy face with Painting; in vain shalt thou make thy self fair; thy lovers shall despise thee, they will seek thy life: for I have heard a voice, as of a woman in travell, and the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first childe; the voice of the daughter of Zion, that bewaileth her self; that spreadeth forth her hands, saying, Wo is me now, for my soul is wearied because of murtherers. This might have been the Judgement, and these the Complaints of London ⟨p. 189⟩and England; which would have been worse than Plague or Fire. The Plague reached many, but the Sword might have reached all; the Fire devoured Houses, but the Sword might have devoured the Inhabitants. The Lord might have brought a Foreign Sword, and open Invasion; or he might have given up London to a more private sudden Butchery and Massacre by the hands of cruel Papists, as was feared;