Psalm 80:8–16

You brought a vine out of Egypt;

you drove out the nations and planted it.

You cleared the ground for it;

it took deep root and filled the land.

The mountains were covered with its shade,

the mighty cedars with its branches.

It sent out its branches to the sea

and its shoots to the River.

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!

You transplanted a vine from Egypt;

you drove out the nations and planted it.

You cleared the ground for it,

and it took root and filled the land.

The mountains were covered with its shade,

the mighty cedars with its branches.

Its branches reached as far as the Sea,

its shoots as far as the River.

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.

You dug up a vine from Egypt;

you drove out the nations and planted it.

You cleared a place for it;

it took root and filled the land.

The mountains were covered by its shade,

and the mighty cedars with its branches.

It sent out sprouts toward the Sea

and shoots toward the River.

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.

You brought us from Egypt like a grapevine;

you drove away the pagan nations and transplanted us into your land.

You cleared the ground for us,

and we took root and filled the land.

Our shade covered the mountains;

our branches covered the mighty cedars.

We spread our branches west to the Mediterranean Sea;

our shoots spread east to the Euphrates River.

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.

You uprooted a vine from Egypt;

you drove out the nations and planted it.

You prepared a place before it,

and it took deep root and filled the land.

The mountains were covered with its shade,

and the mighty cedars with its boughs.

It spread its branches to the sea

and its shoots to the river.

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.

Thou hast brought a vine out of Egypt:

Thou hast cast out the heathen, and planted it.

Thou preparedst room before it,

And didst cause it to take deep root, and it filled the land.

The hills were covered with the shadow of it,

And the boughs thereof were like the goodly cedars.

She sent out her boughs unto the sea,

And her branches unto the river.

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.