Geneva(i)
19 Behold, the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people for feare of them of a farre countrey, Is not the Lord in Zion? is not her king in her? Why haue they prouoked mee to anger with their grauen images, and with the vanities of a strange god?
20 The haruest is past, the sommer is ended, and we are not holpen.
21 I am sore vexed for the hurt of ye daughter of my people: I am heauie, and astonishment hath taken me.
22 Is there no balme at Gilead? is there no Physition there? Why then is not the health of the daughter of my people recouered.
9 1 Oh, that mine head were full of water and mine eyes a fountaine of teares, that I might weepe day and night for the slayne of the daughter of my people.