Thy sons have fainted; they are so far from being able to comfort thee, as was said, Isaiah 51:18, that they themselves faint away for want of comfort, and through famine. They lie dead by famine, or the sword of the enemy, at the head of all the streets; where men enter in or go out of the streets, where the enemy found them either opposing their entrance, or running out of them to make an escape. As a wild bull in a net: those of them who are not slain are struggling for life; and although they murmur at God, and fight with men, yet they cannot prevail or escape.

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