10The hills were covered with the shade of it, and its boughs were like the goodly cedars.
11She sent out her boughs to the sea, and her branches to the river.
12Why hast thou then broke down her hedges, so that all they who pass by the way do pluck her?
13The boar from the wood doth waste it, and the wild beast of the field doth devour it.
14Return, we beseech thee, O God of hosts: look down from heaven, and behold, and visit this vine;
15And the vineyard which thy right hand planted, and the branch that thou madest strong for thyself.
16It is burnt with fire, it is cut down: they perish at the rebuke of thy countenance.