SECOND [FIRST?] PROPHET. Recitative. 'Tis thus that pride triumphant rears the head- Our monarch falls, and now our fears are o'er; The wretched Zedekiah is no more! Air. Ye wretches who, by fortune's hate, In want and sorrow groan Come, ponder his severer fate, And learn to bless your own. Ye sons, from fortune's lap supplied. Like yours, his life began in pride— SECOND PROPHET. Recitative. Behold his squalid corse with sorrow worn, And shall not Heaven for this its terrors show, ISRAELITISH WOMAN. Air. As panting flies the hunted hind, Where brooks refreshing stray; And rivers through the valley wind, P Thus we, O Lord, alike distress'd, For streams of mercy long; Those streams that cheer the sore oppress'd, And overwhelm the strong. FIRST PROPHET. Recitative. But, whence that shout? Good heavens! amazement all! See yonder tower just nodding to the fall; See where an army covers all the ground, Saps the strong wall, and pours destruction round: The ruin smokes, destruction pours along How low the great, how feeble are the strong! The foe prevails, the lofty walls recline; O God of hosts, the victory is thine! Chorus of ISRAELITES. Down with her, Lord, to lick the dust Let vengeance be begun; Serve her as she hath serv'd the just, And let thy will be done. FIRST PRIEST. [Recitative.] All, all is lost. The Syrian army fails; SECOND PRIEST. Air. Thrice happy, who in happy hour FIRST PROPHET. Recitative. Now, now's our time! ye wretches bold and blind, Brave but to God and cowards to mankind, Too late you seek that power unsought before Your wealth, your pride, your empire, are no more. Air. O Lucifer! thou son of morn, Alike of Heaven and man the foe Heaven, men, and all, Now press thy fall, And sink thee lowest of the low. SECOND PRIEST. [PROPHET?] O Babylon! how art thou fallen Thy fall more dreadful from delay; Thy streets forlorn To wilds shall turn, Where toads shall pant and vultures prey FIRST PROPHET. Recitative. Such be their fate! But, listen! from afar The clarion's note proclaims the finish'd war: Cyrus, our great restorer, is at hand, And this way leads his formidable band. |