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When I would comfort my selfe against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.

Behold the voice of the crie of the daughter of my people because of them that dwel in a farre countrey: Is not the Lord in Zion? is not her king in her? why haue they prouoked me to anger with their grauen images, and with strange vanities?

The haruest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saued.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt, I am blacke: astonishment hath taken hold on me.

Is there no balme in Gilead? is there no physician there? why then is not the health of the daughter of my people recouered?

Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountaine of teares, that I might weepe day and night for the slaine of the daughter of my people.

Oh that I had in the wildernesse a lodging place of wayfaring men, that I might leaue my people, and goe from them: for they be all adulterers, an assembly of treacherous men.