8 Take us back again, O God of armies; let us see the shining of your face, and let us be safe.
9 You took a vine out of Egypt: driving out the nations, and planting it in their land.
10 You made ready a place for it, so that it might take deep root, and it sent out its branches over all the land.
11 The mountains were covered with its shade, and the great trees with its branches.
12 It sent out its arms to the Sea, and its branches to the River.
13 Why are its walls broken down by your hands, so that all who go by may take its fruit?
14 It is uprooted by the pigs from the woods, the beasts of the field get their food from it.
