11. It sent out its branches unto the sea, And its shoots unto the River.
12. Why hast thou broken down its walls, So that all they that pass by the way do pluck it?
13. The boar out of the wood doth ravage it, And the wild beasts of the field feed on it.
14. Turn again, we beseech thee, O God of hosts: Look down from heaven, and behold, and visit this vine,