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In the wrath of his indignacion he hath broken all the horne of Israel: he hath withdrawe his right honde from the enemie: yee a flame of fyre is kyndled in Iacob, & hath consumed vp all rounde aboute.

He hath bent his bowe like an enemie, he hath fastened his right honde as an aduersary; and euery thinge that was pleasaut to se, he hath smyten it downe. He hath poured out his wrath like a fyre, in to the tabernacle of the doughter Sion.

The LORDE is become, like as it were an enemie, he hath cast downe Israel & all his places: yee all his stronge holdes hath he destroyed, and fylled the doughter of Iuda wt moch sorow and heuynesse.

Hir tabernacle (which was like a garden of pleasure) hath he destroyed: hir hie solepne feastes hath he put downe. The LORDE hath brought it so to passe, that the hie solempne feastes and Sabbathes in Sion, are clene forgotte. In his heuy displeasure hath he made the kynge & prestes to be despised.

The LORDE hath forsaken his owne aulter, & is wroth with his owne Sanctuary, & hath geuen the walles of their towres in to the hondes of the enemie. Their enemies made a noyse in the house of the LORDE, as it had bene in a solempne feast daye.

The LORDE thought to breake downe the walles of the doughter Sion, he spred out his lyne, & drewe not in his honde, till he had destroyed them. Therfore mourne the turrettes and the broken walles together.

I am the ma, that (thorow the rodd of his wrath) haue experiece of misery.

Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.

He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marck to shute at.

The arowes of his quyuer hath he shot, euen in to my reynes.

Namely, that the mercies of the LORDE are not clene gone, & that his louynge kyndnesse ceasseth not.

His faithfulnes is greate, and renueth it self as the mornynge.

O how good is it for a man, to take the yock vpon him from his youth vp?

He layeth his face vpon the earth, yf (percase) there happen to be eny hope.

He offreth his cheke to the smyter, he will be content with reproues.

But though he do cast of, yet (acordinge to ye multitude of his mercies) he receaueth to grace agayne.

For he doth not plage, & cast out the children of men from his herte.

To treade all the presoners of the earth vnder his fete.

To condemne a man in his cause: The LORDE hath no pleasure in soch thinges.

Wherfore them murmureth the lyuinge man? let him murmoure at his owne synne,