Lamentations 1.10 ~ Pleasant Things

The adversary hath spread out his hand,
His pride is to kill, steal and destroy.
Upon all her pleasant things,
All the blessings of the Lord.
For she hath seen,
Arrested and forced to look.
That the heathen entered into her sanctuary, 
Wild animals crashing through the hedge.
Whom thou didst command,
You called them to come.
That they should not enter into thy congregation,
But look now at the fruit apathy ripens.