⁷Restore us, O God of hosts;
   let your face shine, that we may be saved.

⁸You brought a vine out of Egypt;
   you drove out the nations and planted it.
⁹You cleared the ground for it;
   it took deep root and filled the land.
¹⁰The mountains were covered with its shade,
   the mighty cedars with its branches;
¹¹it sent out its branches to the sea,
   and its shoots to the River.
¹²Why then have you broken down its walls,
   so that all who pass along the way pluck its fruit?
¹³The boar from the forest ravages it,
   and all that move in the field feed on it.

¹⁴Turn again, O God of hosts;
   look down from heaven, and see;
have regard for this vine,