7 Turn us again, O God of hosts; and cause thy face to shine, and we shall be saved.
8 Thou broughtest a vine out of Egypt: thou didst drive out the nations, and plantedst it.
9 Thou preparedst room before it, and it took deep root, and filled the land.
10 The mountains were covered with the shadow of it, and the boughs thereof were like cedars of God.
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.