11. It was sending out its branches to the sea And its shoots to the River.
12. Why have You broken down its hedges, So that all who pass that way pick its fruit?
13. A boar from the forest eats it away And whatever moves in the field feeds on it.
14. O God of hosts, turn again now, we beseech You; Look down from heaven and see, and take care of this vine,
15. Even the shoot which Your right hand has planted, And on the son whom You have strengthened for Yourself.
16. It is burned with fire, it is cut down; They perish at the rebuke of Your countenance.