8A vine out of Egypt Thou dost bring, Thou dost cast out nations, and plantest it.
9Thou hast looked before it, and dost root it, And it filleth the land,
10Covered have been hills with its shadow, And its boughs are cedars of God.
11It sendeth forth its branches unto the sea, And unto the river its sucklings.
12Why hast Thou broken down its hedges, And all passing by the way have plucked it?
13A boar out of the forest doth waste it, And a wild beast of the fields consumeth it.