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.
15 Come back, O God of armies: from heaven let your eyes be turned to this vine, and give your mind to it,
16 Even to the tree which was planted by your right hand, and to the branch which you made strong for yourself.
17 It is burned with fire; it is cut down: they are made waste by the wrath of your face.
18 Let your hand be on the man of your right hand, on the son of man whom you made strong for yourself.
