12. Why hast thou broken down her fences, so that all they which pass by the way do pluck her?
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,
15. And the stock which thy right hand hath planted, and the branch that thou madest strong for thyself.
16. It is burned with fire, it is cut down: they perish at the rebuke of thy countenance.