Coverdale(i)
11 She stretched out hir brauches vnto the see, & hir bowes vnto the water:
12 Why hast thou then broken downe hir hedge, that all they which go by, plucke of hir grapes?
13 The wilde bore out of the wod hath wrutt it vp, & the beestes of the felde haue deuoured it.
14 Turne ye agayne (thou God of hoostes) loke downe from heauen, beholde & viset this vynyarde.
15 Manteyne it, that thy right hode hath plated, & the sonne whom thou maydest so moch of for thy self.
16 For why? it is bret with fyre, & lyeth waist: o let the perishe at the rebuke of thy wrath.