11She sent out her branches unto the sea, and her shoots unto the River.
12Why hast thou broken down her fences, so that all they which pass by the way do pluck her?
13The boar out of the wood doth ravage it, and the wild beasts of the field feed on it.
14Turn again, we beseech thee, O God of hosts: look down from heaven, and behold, and visit this vine,
15And the stock which thy right hand hath planted, and the branch that thou madest strong for thyself.