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John Donne (1572–1631). The Poems of John Donne. 1896.

Divine Poems

The Lamentations of Jeremy

1. HOW sits this city, late most populous,

Thus solitary, and like a widow thus?

Amplest of nations, queen of provinces

She was, who now thus tributary is?

2.Still in the night she weeps, and her tears fall

Down by her cheeks along, and none of all

Her lovers comfort her; perfidiously

Her friends have dealt, and now are enemy.

3.Unto great bondage, and afflictions,

Judah is captive led; those nations

With whom she dwells, no place of rest afford;

In straits she meets her persecutors’ sword.

4.Empty are the gates of Sion, and her ways

Mourn, because none come to her solemn days.

Her priests do groan, her maids are comfortless;

And she’s unto herself a bitterness.

5.Her foes are grown her head, and live at peace,

Because, when her transgressions did increase,

The Lord strook her with sadness; the enemy

Doth drive her children to captivity.

6.From Sion’s daughter is all beauty gone;

Like harts which seek for pasture, and find none,

Her princes are; and now before the foe

Which still pursues them, without strength they go.

7.Now in their days of tears, Jerusalem

—Her men slain by the foe, none succouring them—

Remembers what of old she esteemed most,

Whiles her foes laugh at her, for what she hath lost.

8.Jerusalem hath sinn’d, therefore is she

Removed, as women in uncleanness be;

Who honour’d, scorn her, for her foulness they

Have seen; herself doth groan, and turn away.

9.Her foulness in her skirts was seen, yet she

Remember’d not her end; miraculously

Therefore she fell, none comforting; behold,

O Lord, my affliction, for the foe grows bold.

10.Upon all things where her delight hath been,

The foe hath stretch’d his hand, for she hath seen

Heathen, whom thou command’st should not do so,

Into her holy sanctuary go.

11.And all her people groan, and seek for bread;

And they have given, only to be fed,

All precious things, wherein their pleasure lay;

How cheap I’m grown, O Lord, behold, and weigh.

12.All this concerns not you, who pass by me;

O see, and mark if any sorrow be

Like to my sorrow, which Jehovah hath

Done to me in the day of His fierce wrath?

13.That fire, which by Himself is governed,

He hath cast from heaven on my bones, and spread

A net before my feet, and me o’erthrown,

And made me languish all the day alone.

14.His hand hath of my sins framèd a yoke

Which wreathed, and cast upon my neck, hath broke

My strength; the Lord unto those enemies

Hath given me, from whom I cannot rise.

15.He under foot hath trodden in my sight

My strong men; He did company accite

To break my young men; He the winepress hath

Trod upon Judah’s daughter in His wrath.

16.For these things do I weep; mine eye, mine eye

Casts water out; for He which should be nigh

To comfort me, is now departed far;

The foe prevails, forlorn my children are.

17.There’s none, though Sion do stretch out her hand,

To comfort her; it is the Lord’s command

That Jacob’s foes girt him; Jerusalem

Is as an unclean woman amongst them.

18.But yet the Lord is just, and righteous still;

I have rebell’d against His holy will;

O hear all people, and my sorrow see,

My maids, my young men in captivity.

19.I called for my lovers then, but they

Deceived me, and my priests, and elders lay

Dead in the city; for they sought for meat

Which should refresh their souls, and none could get.

20.Because I am in straits, Jehovah, see!

My heart o’erturn’d, my bowels muddy be;

Because I have rebell’d so much, as fast

The sword without, as death within, doth waste.

21.Of all which here I mourn, none comforts me;

My foes have heard my grief, and glad they be,

That Thou hast done it; but Thy promised day

Will come, when, as I suffer, so shall they.

22.Let all their wickedness appear to Thee;

Do unto them, as Thou hast done to me,

For all my sins; the sighs which I have had

Are very many, and my heart is sad.

1. HOW over Sion’s daughter hath God hung

His wrath’s thick cloud? and from heaven hath flung

To earth the beauty of Israel, and hath

Forgot His foot-stool in the day of wrath?

2.The Lord unsparingly hath swallowed

All Jacob’s dwellings, and demolished

To ground the strength of Judah, and profaned

The Princes of the kingdom, and the land.

3.In heat of wrath the horn of Israel He

Hath clean cut off, and lest the enemy

Be hinder’d, His right hand He doth retire,

But is towards Jacob all-devouring fire.

4.Like to an enemy He bent His bow;

His right hand was in posture of a foe,

To kill what Sion’s daughter did desire,

’Gainst whom His wrath He poured forth like fire.

5.For like an enemy Jehovah is,

Devouring Israel, and his palaces,

Destroying holds, giving additions

To Judah’s daughters’ lamentations.

6.Like to a garden hedge He hath cast down

The place where was His congregation,

And Sion’s feasts and sabbaths are forgot;

Her King, her Priest, His wrath regardeth not.

7.The Lord forsakes His altar, and detests

His sanctuary, and in the foes’ hands rests

His palace, and the walls, in which their cries

Are heard, as in the true solemnities.

8.The Lord hath cast a line, so to confound

And level Sion’s walls unto the ground;

He draws not back His hand, which doth o’erturn

The wall, and rampart, which together mourn.

9.Their gates are sunk into the ground, and He

Hath broke the bar; their king and princes be

Amongst the heathen, without law, nor there

Unto their prophets doth the Lord appear.

10.There Sion’s elders on the ground are placed,

And silence keep; dust on their heads they cast;

In sackcloth have they girt themselves, and low

The virgins towards ground their heads do throw.

11.My bowels are grown muddy, and mine eyes

Are faint with weeping; and my liver lies

Pour’d out upon the ground, for misery

That sucking children in the streets do die.

12.When they had cried unto their mothers, “Where

Shall we have bread, and drink?” they fainted there,

And in the street like wounded persons lay,

Till ’twixt their mothers’ breasts they went away.

13.Daughter Jerusalem, O what may be

A witness, or comparison for thee?

Sion, to ease thee, what shall I name like thee?

Thy breach is like the sea; what help can be?

14.For thee vain foolish things thy prophets sought;

Thee, thine iniquities they have not taught,

Which might disturb thy bondage; but for thee

False burthens, and false causes they would see.

15.The passengers do clap their hands, and hiss

And wag their head at thee, and say, “Is this

That city, which so many men did call

Joy of the earth, and perfectest of all?”

16.Thy foes do gape upon thee, and they hiss,

And gnash their teeth, and say, “Devour we this,

For this is certainly the day which we

Expected, and which now we find, and see.”

17.The Lord hath done that which He purposèd;

Fulfill’d His word of old determined;

He hath thrown down, and not spared, and thy foe

Made glad above thee, and advanced him so.

18.But now their hearts unto the Lord do call;

Therefore, O walls of Sion, let tears fall

Down like a river, day and night; take thee

No rest, but let thine eye incessant be.

19.Arise, cry in the night, pour out thy sins,

Thy heart, like water, when the watch begins;

Lift up thy hands to God, lest children die,

Which, faint for hunger, in the streets do lie.

20.Behold, O Lord, consider unto whom

Thou hast done this; what, shall the women come

To eat their children of a span? shall Thy

Prophet and priest be slain in sanctuary?

21.On ground in streets the young and old do lie;

My virgins and young men by sword do die;

Them in the day of Thy wrath Thou hast slain;

Nothing did Thee from killing them contain.

22.As to a solemn feast, all whom I fear’d

Thou call’st about me; when Thy wrath appear’d,

None did remain or scape, for those which I

Brought up, did perish by mine enemy.

1. I AM the man which have affliction seen,

Under the rod of God’s wrath having been;

2.He hath led me to darkness, not to light,

3.And against me all day, His hand doth fight.

4.He hath broke my bones, worn out my flesh and skin,

5.Built up against me; and hath girt me in

With hemlock, and with labour; 6. And set me

In dark, as they who dead for ever be.

7.He hath hedged me lest I ’scape, and added more

To my steel fetters heavier than before.

8.When I cry out He outshuts my prayer; 9. And hath

Stopp’d with hewn stone my way, and turn’d my path.

10.And like a lion hid in secrecy,

Or bear which lies in wait, He was to me.

11.He stops my way, tears me, made desolate;

12.And He makes me the mark He shooteth at.

13.He made the children of His quiver pass

Into my reins. 14. I, with my people, was

All the day long, a song and mockery.

15.He hath fill’d me with bitterness, and He

Hath made me drunk with wormwood. 16. He hath burst

My teeth with stones, and cover’d me with dust.

17.And thus my soul far off from peace was set,

And my prosperity I did forget.

18.My strength, my hope—unto myself I said—

Which from the Lord should come, is perished;

19.But when my mournings I do think upon,

My wormwood, hemlock, and affliction,

20.My soul is humbled in rememb’ring this;

21.My heart considers, therefore, hope there is.

22.’Tis God’s great mercy we’re not utterly

Consumed, for His compassions do not die;

23.For every morning they renewed be,

For great, O Lord, is Thy fidelity.

24.The Lord is—saith my soul—my portion,

And therefore in Him will I hope alone.

25.The Lord is good to them, who on Him rely,

And to the soul that seeks Him earnestly.

26.It is both good to trust, and to attend

The Lord’s salvation unto the end.

27.’Tis good for one His yoke in youth to bear.

28.He sits alone, and doth all speech forbear,

Because he hath borne it. 29. And his mouth he lays

Deep in the dust, yet then in hope he stays.

30.He gives his cheeks to whosoever will

Strike him, and so he is reproached still.

31.For not for ever doth the Lord forsake;

32.But when He hath struck with sadness, He doth take

Compassion, as His mercy ’s infinite;

33.Nor is it with His heart, that He doth smite,

34.That underfoot the prisoners stamped be,

35.That a man’s right the judge himself doth see

To be wrung from him; 36. That he subverted is

In his just cause, the Lord allows not this.

37.Who then will say, that aught doth come to pass,

But that which by the Lord commanded was?

38.Both good and evil from His mouth proceeds;

39.Why then grieves any man for his misdeeds?

40.Turn we to God, by trying out our ways;

41.To Him in heav’n our hands with hearts upraise.

42.We have rebell’d, and fallen away from Thee;

Thou pardon’st not; 43. Usest no clemency;

Pursuest us, kill’st us, cover’st us with wrath;

44.Cover’st Thyself with clouds, that our prayer hath

No power to pass. 45. And Thou hast made us fall

As refuse, and off-scouring to them all.

46.All our foes gape at us. 47. Fear and a snare

With ruin, and with waste upon us are.

48.With watery rivers doth mine eye o’erflow

For ruin of my people’s daughters so;

49.Mine eye doth drop down tears incessantly,

50.Until the Lord look down from heav’n to see.

51.And for my city daughters’ sake, mine eye

Doth break mine heart. 52. Causeless mine enemy

Like a bird chased me. 53. In a dungeon

They’ve shut my life, and cast me on a stone.

54.Waters flow’d o’er my head; then thought I, I am

Destroy’d; 55. I called, Lord, upon Thy name

Out of the pit; 56. And Thou my voice didst hear;

O from my sigh and cry, stop not Thine ear.

57.Then when I call’d upon Thee, Thou drew’st near

Unto me, and said’st unto me, “Do not fear.”

58.Thou, Lord, my soul’s cause handled hast, and Thou

Rescuest my life. 59. O Lord, do Thou judge now.

Thou heardst my wrong, 60. Their vengeance, all they’ve wrought;

61.How they reproach’d, Thou’st heard, and what they thought;

62.What their lips utter’d, which against me rose,

And what was ever whisper’d by my foes.

63.I am their song, whether they rise or sit;

64.Give them rewards, Lord, for their working fit,

65.Sorrow of heart, Thy curse; 66. And with Thy might

Follow, and from under heaven destroy them quite.

1. HOW is the gold become so dim? How is

Purest and finest gold thus changed to this?

The stones which were stones of the sanctuary,

Scatter’d in corners of each street do lie.

2.The precious sons of Sion, which should be

Valued at purest gold, how do we see

Low rated now, as earthen pitchers, stand,

Which are the work of a poor potter’s hand?

3.Even the sea-calfs draw their breasts, and give

Suck to their young; my people’s daughters live,

By reason of the foes’ great cruelness,

As do the owls in the vast wilderness.

4.And when the sucking child doth strive to draw,

His tongue for thirst cleaves to his upper jaw;

And when for bread the children cry,

There is no man that doth them satisfy.

5.They which before were delicately fed,

Now in the streets forlorn have perished;

And they which ever were in scarlet clothed,

Sit and embrace the dunghills which they loathed.

6.The daughters of my people have sinn’d more,

Than did the town of Sodom sin before;

Which being at once destroy’d, there did remain

No hands amongst them to vex them again.

7.But heretofore, purer her Nazarite

Was than the snow, and milk was not so white;

As carbuncles did their pure bodies shine,

And all their polish’dness was sapphirine.

8.They’re darker now than blackness; none can know

Them by the face, as through the street they go;

For now their skin doth cleave unto their bone,

And withered, is like to dry wood grown.

9.Better by sword than famine ’tis to die;

And better through-pierced, than through penury.

10.Women, by nature pitiful, have eat

Their children—dress’d with their own hand—for meat.

11.Jehovah here fully accomplish’d hath

His indignation, and pour’d forth His wrath;

Kindled a fire in Sion, which hath power

To eat, and her foundations to devour.

12.Nor would the kings of th’ earth, nor all which live

In the inhabitable world believe,

That any adversary, any foe,

Into Jerusalem should enter so.

13.For the priests’ sins, and prophets’, which have shed

Blood in the streets and the just murdered;

14.Which, when those men whom they made blind did stray

Thorough the streets, defilèd by the way

With blood, the which impossible it was

Their garment should ’scape touching, as they pass,

15.Would cry aloud, “Depart, defilèd men,

Depart, depart, and touch not us!” and then

They fled, and stray’d, and with the Gentiles were;

Yet told their friends, they should not long dwell there.

16.For this they’re scatter’d by Jehovah’s face,

Who never will regard them more; no grace

Unto their old men shall the foe afford;

Nor, that they’re priests, redeem them from the sword.

17.And we as yet, for all these miseries

Desiring our vain help, consume our eyes.

And such a nation as cannot save,

We in desire and speculation have;

18.They hunt our steps, that in the streets we fear

To go; our end is now approached near.

Our days accomplish’d are; this the last day;

Eagles of heav’n are not so swift as they

19.Which follow us; o’er mountain tops they fly

At us, and for us in the desert lie.

20.Th’ Anointed Lord, breath of our nostrils, He

Of whom we said, under His shadow we

Shall with more ease under the heathen dwell,

Into the pit which these men digged, fell.

21.Rejoice, O Edom’s daughter, joyful be

Thou that inhabit’st Uz, for unto thee

This cup shall pass, and thou with drunkenness

Shalt fill thyself, and show thy nakedness.

22.Then thy sins, O Sion, shall be spent,

The Lord will not leave thee in banishment.

Thy sins, O Edom’s daughter, He will see,

And for them, pay thee with captivity.

1. REMEMBER, O Lord, what is fall’n on us;

See, and mark how we are reproached thus;

2.For unto strangers our possession

Is turn’d, our houses unto aliens gone.

3.Our mothers are become as widows; we

As orphans all, and without fathers be;

4.Waters which are our own, we drink and pay;

And upon our own wood a price they lay.

5.Our persecutors on our necks do sit;

They make us travail, and not intermit;

6.We stretch our hands unto th’ Egyptians

To get us bread; and to th’ Assyrians.

7.Our fathers did these sins, and are no more;

But we do bear the sins they did before.

8.They are but servants, which do rule us thus,

Yet from their hands none would deliver us.

9.With danger of our life our bread we gat;

For in the wilderness the sword did wait.

10.The tempests of this famine we lived in,

Black as an oven colour’d had our skin.

11.In Judah’s cities they the maids abused

By force, and so women in Sion used.

12.The princes with their hands they hung; no grace

Nor honour gave they to the elder’s face.

13.Unto the mill our young men carried are,

And children fell under the wood they bare.

14.Elders the gates, youth did their songs forbear;

Gone was our joy; our dancings, mournings were.

15.Now is the crown fall’n from our head; and woe

Be unto us, because we’ve sinnèd so.

16.For this our hearts do languish, and for this

Over our eyes a cloudy dimness is.

17.Because Mount Sion desolate doth lie,

And foxes there do go at liberty;

18.But Thou, O Lord, art ever, and Thy throne

From generation to generation.

19.Why shouldst Thou forget us eternally?

Or leave us thus long in this misery?

20.Restore us, Lord, to Thee, that so we may

Return, and as of old, renew our day.

21.For oughtest Thou, O Lord, despise us thus,

And to be utterly enraged at us?