Psalm 80:12–16

Why then have you broken down its walls,

so that all who pass along the way pluck its fruit?

The boar from the forest ravages it,

and all that move in the field feed on it.

Turn again, O God of hosts!

Look down from heaven, and see;

have regard for this vine,

the stock that your right hand planted,

and for the son whom you made strong for yourself.

They have burned it with fire; they have cut it down;

may they perish at the rebuke of your face!

Why have you broken down its walls

so that all who pass by pick its grapes?

Boars from the forest ravage it,

and insects from the fields feed on it.

Return to us, God Almighty!

Look down from heaven and see!

Watch over this vine,

the root your right hand has planted,

the son you have raised up for yourself.

Your vine is cut down, it is burned with fire;

at your rebuke your people perish.

Why have you broken down its walls

so that all who pass by pick its fruit?

Boars from the forest tear at it

and creatures of the field feed on it.

Return, God of Armies.

Look down from heaven and see;

take care of this vine,

the root your right hand planted,

the son that you made strong for yourself.

It was cut down and burned;

they perish at the rebuke of your countenance.

But now, why have you broken down our walls

so that all who pass by may steal our fruit?

The wild boar from the forest devours it,

and the wild animals feed on it.

Come back, we beg you, O God of Heaven’s Armies.

Look down from heaven and see our plight.

Take care of this grapevine

that you yourself have planted,

this son you have raised for yourself.

For we are chopped up and burned by our enemies.

May they perish at the sight of your frown.

Why have you broken down its walls,

so that all who pass on the road pluck fruit from it?

Swine from the forests devour it

and creatures of the field feed on it.

Please return, O God of hosts.

Observe from heaven and see,

and pay attention to this vine,

even the stalk that your right hand planted,

and concerning the shoot you strengthened for yourself.

It is burned with fire, cut down.

They perish at the rebuke of your face.

Why hast thou then broken down her hedges,

So that all they which pass by the way do pluck her?

The boar out of the wood doth waste it,

And the wild beast of the field doth devour it.

Return, we beseech thee, O God of hosts:

Look down from heaven, and behold,

And visit this vine;

And the vineyard which thy right hand hath planted,

And the branch that thou madest strong for thyself.

It is burned with fire, it is cut down:

They perish at the rebuke of thy countenance.