^{12 Ref} Why hast Thou broken down its hedges, And all passing by the way have plucked it?

^{13 Ref} A boar out of the forest doth waste it, And a wild beast of the fields consumeth it.

^{14 Ref} God of Hosts, turn back, we beseech Thee, Look from heaven, and see, and inspect this vine,

^{15 Ref} And the root that Thy right hand planted, And the branch Thou madest strong for Thee,

^{16 Ref} Burnt with fire -- cut down, From the rebuke of Thy face they perish.