7Turn us, O Lord God of hosts, and cause your face to shine; and we shall be saved. Pause.
8You have transplanted a vine out of Egypt: you have cast out the heathen, and planted it.
9You made a way before it, and did cause its roots to strike, and the land was filled with it.
10Its shadow covered the mountains, and its shoots equalled the goodly cedars.
11It sent forth its branches to the sea, and its shoots to the river.
12Therefore have you broken down its hedge, while all that pass by the way pluck it?