11 She sent out her branches unto the sea, and her shoots unto the River.
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.
17 Let thy hand be upon the man of thy right hand, upon the son of man whom thou madest strong for thyself.