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1 <It happened, after Israell was brought in to captyuytie & Ierusalem destroyed, that Ieremy the Prophete sate wepynge, & sorowfully bewayled Ierusalem: and syghynge & howlynge wyth an heuy and wofull herte, sayde:> Aleph. Alas, how sytteth the citie so desolate, that some tyme was full of people? How is she become lyke a wedowe, whiche was the ladye of all nacyons? How is she brought vnder trybute, that ruled all landes.
2 Beth. She wepeth sore in the nyght, so that the teares runne downe her chekes: for amonge all her louers, there is none that geueth her eny comforte: ye her nexte frendes abhorre her, and are become her enemyes.
3 Gymel. Iuda is taken presoner, because she was defiled: and for seruynge so manye straunge goddes, she dwelleth now amonge the Heythen. She fyndeth no rest, all they that persecuted her, toke her, & so she dwelleth amonge her enemyes.
4 Daleth. The streates of Sion mourne, because no man commeth more to the solempne feastes. All her gates are desolate, her prestes make lamentacyon, her maydens are carefulll, and she her selfe is in greate heuynesse.
5 He. Her enemyes are fallen vpon her head, & haue put her to shame: because şe Lord hath chastened her for her greate wickednes: her children are ledde awaye captiue before their enemye.
6 Vau. All the bewtie of the daughter of Syon is awaye, her princes are become like wethers şt fynd no pastur. They are driuen away befor their enemye, so şt they haue no more power.
7 Zain. Now doth Ierusalem remembre the tyme of her misery & dysobedience, yee the ioye and pleasure şt she hath had in tymes past: seynge her people is brought downe thorow the power of their enemie, & there is no man for to helpe her: her enemies stande lokinge at her & laugh her Sabbath dayes to scorne.
8 Heth. Ierusalem synned euer more & more, therfore is she come in decaye. All they that had her in honour, despyse her: for they haue sene her fylthynesse. Yee she sygheth, and is a shamed of her selfe.
9 Teth. Her skyrtes are defyled, she remembred not what wolde folowe: therfore is her fall so greate, and there is no man to comforte her. O Lord, consydre my trouble, for myne enemye hath the vpperhande.
10 Iod. The enemye hath put his hande to all the precious thynges that she had, yee euen before her eyes came the Heathen in & out of şe Sanctuarye: whom thou (neuertheles) hast forbydden to come within thy congregacyon.
11 Caph. All her people seke their bred wyth heuynes, & loke what precyous thynge euery man hath, that geueth he for meate, to saue his lyfe. Consydre, O Lorde, and se, how vyle I am become.
12 Lamed. O ye all that go fore by, beholde and se, yf there be eny sorow like vnto myne, wherwith the Lord hath troubled me, in the daye of his fearefull wrath.
13 Mem. From aboute hath he sent downe a fyre into my bones and chastened me: he hath layed a net for my fete, and throwen me wyde open: he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournynge.
14 Nun. The yocke of my transgressyon is come at the last, with his hande hath he taken it vp, & put it aboute my neck. My strength is gone: the Lorde hath delyuered me in to those handes, wherout I can not quyte my selfe.
15 Samech. The Lorde hath destroyed all the mightie men, that were in me. He hath proclamed a feast, to slaughter all my best men. The Lord hath troden downe the daughter of Iuda, like as it were in wyne presse.
16 Ain. Therfore do I wepe, & myne eyes gusshe oute of water: for the comforter that shulde quycken me, is farre fro me. My chyldren are dryuen awaye, for why? the enemie hath gotten the ouer hande.
17 Phe. Sion casteth out her handes, and there is no man to conforte her. The Lord hath layed the enemyes rounde aboute Iacob, and Ierusalem is as it were a menstruous woman, in the myddest of them.
18 Zade. The Lorde is ryghtuous, for I haue prouoked his contenaunce vnto anger. O take hede all ye people, and consydre my heuynes: My maydens and my younge men are led awaye into captyuytye.
19 Koph. I called for my louers (but they begyled me) for my Prestes and councelers, but they peryshed: euen whyle they sought for meate, to saue their lyues.
20 Res. Consydre (O Lorde) how I am troubled, my wombe is dysquyeted, my herte turneth about in me, and I am full of heuynes. The swearde hurteth me without, and within I am lyke vnto death.
21 Sin. They heare my mournynge, but there is none that wyll comforte me. All myne enemyes haue hearde of my trouble, & are glad therof, because thou hast done it. But thou shalt brynge forth the tyme, when they also shalbe lyke vnto me.
22 Thau. From the shall come all their aduersytye: thou shalt plucke them awaye euen as thou hast plucked me, because of all my wyckednes. For my sorowe is very greate, and my herte is heuy.




1 Aleph. Alas, how hath the Lorde darkened the daughter of Syon so sore in hys wrath? As for the honour of Israel, he hath casten it downe from heauen: How happeneth it, that he remembred not hys owne fote stole when he was angrye?
2 Beth. The Lorde hath cast downe all the glorye of Iacob without any fauoure: all the stronge places of the daughter Iuda hath he broken in his wrath, and thorowen them downe to the grounde: her kyngdome & her Princes hath he suspended.
3 Gymel. In the wrath of his indygnacyon he hath broken all the horne of Israel: he hath withdrawen his ryght hande from the enemye: yee a flame of fyre is kyndled in Iacob, and hath consumed vp all rounde aboute.
4 Daleth. Ie hath bent hys bowe lyke an enemye, he hath fastened his ryght hande as an aduersarye: and euerye thynge that was pleasaunt to se, he hath smyten it downe. He hath poured out hys wrath lyke a fyre, into the tabernacle of the daughter of Syon.
5 He. The Lorde is become lyke as it were an enemye, he hath cast downe Israell & all hys places: yee all his stronge holdes hath he destroyed, & fylled the daughter of Iuda wyth moch sorow and heuynesse.
6 Vau. Her tabernacle (which was lyke a garden of pleasure) hath he destroyed: her hye solempne feastes hath he put downe. The Lorde hath brought it so to passe, that the hye solempne feastes & Sabbathes in Sion, are cleane forgotten. In his heuy displeasure hath he made the kynge and prestes to be despysed.
7 Zain. The Lorde hath forsaken hys owne aulter, and is wroth with his owne Sanctuary, and hath geuen the walles of their towres in to the handes of the enemye. Their enemyes made a noyse in the house of şe Lorde, as it had bene in a solempne feast daye.
8 Heth. The Lorde thought to breake downe the walles of the daughter Sion, he spred out his lyne, & drewe not in his hande, tyll he had destroyed them. Therfore mourne the turrettes and the broken walles together.
9 Teth. Her portes are casten downe to the grounde, her barres are broken and smytten in sonder: her kynge & prynces are caried awaye to the Gentyles. They haue nether lawe ner Prophetes, ner yet eny visyon from the Lorde.
10 Iod. The Senatours of the daughter Syon syt vpon the grounde in sylence: they haue strowed asshes vpon their heades, and gyrded them selues with sack cloth. The maydens of Ierusalem hange downe their heades to the grounde.
11 Caph. Myne eyes begynne to fayle me thorowe wepyng, my body is disquieted, my leuer is poured vpon the earth, for the greate hurte of my people, seynge the chyldren and babes dyd swowne in the stretes of the cytie.
12 Lamed. Euen when they spake to their mothers: where is meate and dryncke? for whyle they so sayde, they fell downe in the stretes of the cytye, lyke as they had bene wounded, and some dyed in their mothers bosome.
13 Mem. What shall I saye of the, O thou daughter Ierusalem, to whom shall I lycken the? To whom shall I compare the, O thou daughter Sion, to conforte the with all? Thy hurte is lyke a many see, who maye heale the?
14 Nun. Thy prophetes haue loked out vayne and folish thinges for the, they haue not shewed the of thy wickednesse, to kepe the from captyuite: but haue ouerladen the, and thorowe falshed scatred the abrode.
15 Samech. All they that go by the, clappe their handes at the: hissynge and waggynge their heades vpon the daughter Ierusalem, and saye: is this the cytie that man call so fayre, wherin the whole lande reioyseth?
16 Ain. All thyne enemyes gape vpon the, whisperynge and bytynge their teth, sayinge: let vs deuoure, for the tyme that we loked for, is come: we haue founde and sene it.
17 Phe The Lord hath fullfylled the thynge, that he was purposed to do: and perfourmed that he had dewysed longe a go: he hath destroyed and not spared. He hath caused thyne aduersary to triumphe ouer the, & set vp the horne of thyne enemye.
18 Zade. Let thyne hert crye vnto the Lorde, O thou cytie of the daughter Sion: let thy teares runne downe lyke a ryuer daye & night: rest not, & let not şe aple of thine eye leaue of.
19 Koph. Stande vp and make thy prayer in şe first watch of the nyght, poure oute thyne herte lyke water before the Lord: lyft vp thyne handes, for the lyues of thy yonge chyldren, that dye of honger in the stretes.
20 Res. Behold, O Lord, and consydre, why hast thou gathered me vp so cleane? Shall the wemen then eate their owne fruyte, euen chyldren of a spanne longe? Shall the prestes and prophetes be slayne thus in the Sanctuarye of the Lorde?
21 Sin. Yonge & olde lye behynde the stretes vpon the grounde, my maydens & yonge men are slayne wyth the swearde: whom thou in the daye of thy wrathfull indignacyon haste put to death: yee euen thou hast put them to death, and not spared them.
22 Thau. My neyghbours şt are rounde aboute me, hast thou called, as it were to a feast daye: so that in the daye of the Lordes wrath none escaped, nether was eny left behinde. Those that I had brought vp and noryshed, hath myne enemy destroyed.




1 Aleph. I am the man, that (thorowe the rodd of hys wrath) haue experyence of mysery.
2 He droue me forth, and led me: yee into darcknesse, but not in to lyght.
3 Agaynst me onely he turneth hys hande, and layeth it euer vpon me.
4 Beth. My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brused.
5 He hath buylded rounde aboute me, & closed me in wyth gall and trauayle.
6 He hath set me in darcknesse, as they that be deed for euer.
7 Gymel. He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, and hath layed heuy lynckes vpon me.
8 Though I crye and call piteously, yet heareth he not my prayer.
9 He hath stopped vp my wayes wyth foure squared stones, and made my pathes croked.
10 Daleth. He layeth wayte for me lyke a Bere, & as a lyon in a hole.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peces, he hath layed me waste altogether
12 He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marck to shutte at.
13 He. The arowes of his quyuer hath he shot, euen into my reynes.
14 I am laughed to scorne of al my people, they make songes vpon me all şe daye longe.
15 He hath fylled me with bytternesse, and geuen me wormwod to dryncke.
16 Vau. He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled me in the dust.
17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thynges.
18 I thought in my selfe: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde.
19 Zain. O remembre yet my mysery & my trouble the wormwod and the gall.
20 Yee thou shalt remembre them, for my soule melteth awaye in me.
21 Whyle I consydre these thynges in my hert, I get a hope agayne.
22 Heth. Namely, şt the mercyes of the Lord are not cleane gone, and that hys louynge kyndnesse ceasseth not.
23 His faythfulnes is greate, and renueth it selfe as the mournynge.
24 The Lorde is my porcyon, sayeth my soule therfore wyll I hope in hym.
25 Teth. O how good is şe Lord vnto them, şt put their truste in him, & to şe soule şt seketh after him?
26 O how good is it with stylnesse to wate & tarye, for the health of the Lorde?
27 O how good is it for a man, to take the yock vpon hym from hys youth vp.
28 Iod. He sytteth alone, he holdeth hym still, and dwelleth quyetly by him selfe?
29 He layeth his face vpon the earth, yf (percase) there happen to be eny hope.
30 He offreth hys cheke to the smyter, he wyl be content with reproues.
31 Caph. For the Lorde wyll not forsake for euer.
32 But though he do cast of, yet accordynge to şe multitude of hys mercyes, he receyueth to grace agayne.
33 For he doeth not plage, & cast out the chyldren of men from his herte.
34 Lamed. To treade all the presoners of the earth vnder hys fete.
35 To moue the iudgement of man before the most hyghest.
36 To condemne a man in hys cause: The Lorde hath no pleasure in soche thynges.
37 Mem. What is he then that sayeth: there shuld somethynge be done without the Lordes commaundement:
38 Out of the mouth of the mooste Hyghest goeth not euell and good?
39 Wherfore then murmureth the lyuynge man? let hym murmure at hys owne synne.
40 Nun. Let vs loke well vpon oure owne wayes, and remembre oure selues, and turne agayne to the Lorde.
41 Let vs lyft vp oure hertes with oure handes vnto the Lorde that is in heauen.
42 We haue bene dyssemblers, and haue offended, wylt thou therfore not be intreated?
43 Samech. Thou hast couered vs in thy wrath, & persecuted vs, thou hast slayne vs wythout any fauoure.
44 Thou hast hyd thy selfe in a cloude, that oure prayer shulde not go thorow.
45 Thou hast made vs outcastes, and to be despysed amonge the Heathen.
46 Ain. All oure enemyes gape vpon vs.
47 Feare and snare is come vpon vs, yee despyte and destruccyon.
48 Whole riuers of water gushe out of myne eyes, for the greate hurte of my people.
49 Phe Myne eyes runne, and can not ceasse, for there is no rest.
50 O Lorde, when wylt thou loke downe from heauen and consydre?
51 Myne eye breaketh my herte, because of all the daughters of my cyte.
52 Zade. Myne enemyes hunted me out sharpely, lyke a byrde, yee and that without a cause
53 They haue put downe my life into a pitte and layed a stone vpon me.
54 They poured water vpon my head, then thought I: now am I vndone.
55 Koph. I called vpon thy name, O Lorde, out of the depe pytte.
56 Thou hast herde my voyce, and hast not turned awaye thine eares fro my syghinge & cryenge.
57 Thou hast enclyned thy self vnto me, when I called vpon the, and haste sayde: feare not.
58 Res. Thou (O Lorde) hast mayntened the cause of my soule, and hast redemed my lyfe.
59 O Lorde, thou hast sene my blasphemers take thou my cause vpon the.
60 Thou hast well consydred how they go about to do me harme, and that all their councels are agaynst me.
61 Sin. Thou hast herde their despytefull wordes (O Lorde) yee and all their ymaginacyons agaynst me.
62 The lippes of myne enemyes, and their deuyces that they take agaynst me, all the daye longe.
63 Thou seyst also their syttinge downe and their rysinge vp, they make their songes of nothinge but of me.
64 Thau. Rewarde them (O Lorde) accordynge to the workes of their handes.
65 Geue them the thynge, that their owne herte is afraied of: euen thy curse.
66 Persecute them (O Lorde) with thyne indygnacyon, and rote them out from vnder the heauen.




1 Aleph. O how is the golde become so dymme? How is the goodly coloure of it so sore chaunged? and the stones of the Sanctuarye thus scatred in the corner of euery strete?
2 Beth. The chyldren of Syon that were alwaye in honoure, & clothed with the most precious golde: how are they now becomme lyke the erthen vessels whych be made wyth the potters hande,
3 Gymel. The Lamyes geue their yonge ones suck with bare brestes: but the daughter of my people is cruell, and dwelleth in the wyldernesse: lyke the Eltriches.
4 Daleth. The tonges of the suckyng chyldren, cleue to the rofe of their mouthes for very thyrste. The yonge chyldren aske bred, but there is noman, that geueth it them.
5 He. They that were wonte to fayre delicatly, peryshe in the streates: they that a fore were brought vp in purple, make now moche of donge.
Lam 4:6 Dau. The synne of the daughter of my people is be come greater then the wyckednesse of Sodome, that sodenly was destroyed, & not taken with handes.
7 Zain. Herabsteyners (or Nazarees) were whyter then the snowe or mylke: their coloure was fresh read as the Corall, their beutie lyke the Saphyre.
8 Heth. But now their faces are very black: In so moche, that thou shuldest not knowe them in the streates. Their skynne cleueth to their bones, It is wythered, & become lyke a drye stock.
9 Teth. They that be slayne with the swearde, are happier then soch as dye of honger, and perishe awaye famyshyng for the fruites of the felde.
10 Iod. The wemen (which of nature are pitieful) haue sodden their owne children with their handes that they might be their meate, in the miserable destruccion of the daughter of my people.
11 Caph. The Lorde hath perfourmed hys heuy wrath: he hath poured out the furiousnes of hys dyspleasure. He hath kyndled a fyre in Sion, which hath consumed the foundacions therof.
12 Lamed. Nether the kinges of the earth, ner all the inhabitours of şe worlde, wolde haue beleued that şe enemie & aduersarye shulde haue come in at the gates of the cytie of Hierusalem.
13 Mem. Whiche neuertheles is come to passe for the synnes of her prophetes, and for the wyckednes of her Prestes that haue shed innocentes bloude with in her.
14 Nun. So that these blynde men wente stomblynge in the streates, & stayned them selues with bloude, whiche els wolde touche no bloudy cloth.
15 Samech. But they cryed vnto euerye man: flee the staynyng, awaye, get you hence touch it not. Yee (sayde they) ye muste be brent, ye muste dwell amonge the Gentiles, and byde no longer here.
16 Ain. The countenaunce of the Lorde hath banished them, and shall neuer loke more vpon them: For they them selues nether regarded the prestes, not pytied their elders.
17 Phe. Wherfore yet oure eyes fayle vs, whyle we loke for vayne helpe: seynge we be euer wayting vpon a people, şt can do vs no good.
18 Zade. They laye so sharpe waite for vs, that we can not go safe vpon şe streates: for our ende is come, oure dayes are fulfylled, oure ende is here.
19 Koph. Oure persecuters are swyfter then the Aegles of şe ayre, they folowed vpon vs ouer the mountaynes, and layed wayte for vs in the wildernesse.
20 Res. The verye breth of oure mouth: euen the anoynted Lorde him self shalbe taken in oure synnes, of whom we saye: Vnder his shadowe we shalbe preserued amonge the Heythen.
21 Sin. And thou (O daughter Edom) that dwellest in the lande of Huz, be glad and reioyce: for the cuppe shall come vnto the also, which whan thou soppest of thou shalt be droncken.
22 Thau. Thy sinne is well punished (O thou daughter Sion) he shall not suffre the to be caryed awaye eny more. But thy wyckednesse (O daughter Edom) shall he vyset, and for thy synnes sake, he shall lede the in to captiuite.




1 Call to remembraunce (O Lorde) what we haue suffred, consydre and se oure confusyon.
2 Oure enherytaunce is turned to the straungers, and oure houses to the aleauntes.
3 We are become carefull and fatherlesse, and oure mothers are as the wydowes.
4 We are fayne to drinke oure owne water for money, and oure owne wod muste we bye wyth moneye.
5 Oure nec are vnder persecucyon, we are weery, and haue no rest.
6 A fore tyme we yelded oure selues to the Egypcians, and now to the Assiryans, onely that we myght haue bred ynough.
7 Oure fathers (whiche now are gone) haue synned, & we must beare their wyckednesse.
8 Seruauntes haue the rule of vs, & no man delyuereth vs out of their handes.
9 We must gett oure lyuynge with the parell of oure lyues because of the drouth of the wyldernesse.
10 Oure skynne is as it had bene brent in an ouen, for very sore honger.
11 The wyues are raueshed in Syon, and the maydens in the cytyes of Iuda.
12 The prynces are hanged vp wyth the hande of the enemyes, they haue not spared the olde sage men,
13 they haue taken yonge mens lyues from them, and the boyes are hanged vp vpon trees.
14 The elders syt no more vnder the gates, and the yonge men vse no more playeng of Musyke.
15 The ioye of oure herte is gone, oure merye quere is turned into mournynge.
16 The garlande of oure head is fallen: alas, that euer we synned so sore.
17 Therfore oure herte is full of heuynesse, and oure eyes dymme:
18 because of the hyll of Syon that is destroyed. In so moch, that the foxes runne vpon it.
19 But thou, O Lord, that remaynest for euermore, and thy seate world wythout ende:
20 wherfore wilt thou styll forgett vs, and forsake vs so longe?
21 O Lord, turne thou vs vnto the, and so shall we be turned. Renne our dayes as in olde tymes,
22 for thou hast banyshed vs now long ynough, & hast bene sore dyspleased at vs.