^{11 Ref} It sent out its branches unto the sea, And its shoots unto the River.

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

^{13 Ref} The boar out of the wood doth ravage it, And the wild beasts of the field feed on it.

^{14 Ref} Turn again, we beseech thee, O God of hosts: Look down from heaven, and behold, and visit this vine,

^{15 Ref} And the stock which thy right hand planted, And the branch that thou madest strong for thyself.

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