Psalms 80:12-18

¹²Why hast thou broken down its walls, So that all they that pass by the way do pluck it?

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 planted, And the branch that thou madest strong for thyself.

¹⁶It is burned with fire, it is cut down: They perish at the rebuke of thy countenance.

¹⁷Let thy hand be upon the man of thy right hand, Upon the son of man whom thou madest strong for thyself.

¹⁸So shall we not go back from thee: Quicken thou us, and we will call upon thy name.