Psalms 80:4-16 O God, Lorde of hoastes: howe long wylt thou be angry at the prayer of thy people

Bishops⁽ⁱ⁾ ⁴ O God, Lorde of hoastes: howe long wylt thou be angry at the prayer of thy people ⁵ Thou feedest them with the bread of teares: and geuest them plenteously teares to drinke ⁶ Thou hast made vs a strife vnto our neighbours: and our enemies laugh vs to scorne ⁷ Turne vs agayne thou Lorde of hoastes: shewe the light of thy countenaunce, and we shalbe saued ⁸ Thou dydst translate a vine out of Egypt: thou didst cast out the Heathen, and planted it ⁹ Thou madst roome before it: thou causedst it to take roote, and it hath filled the lande ¹⁰ The hilles were couered with her shadowe: and goodly high Cedar trees with her bowes ¹¹ She stretched out her braunches vnto the sea: and her bowes vnto the riuer ¹² Why hast thou then broken downe her hedge: that all they whiche go by plucke of her grapes ¹³ The wylde bore out of the wood rooteth it vp: and the wylde beast of the fielde deuoureth it ¹⁴ (80:14a) Turne thee agayne thou God of hoastes I pray thee: loke downe from heauen, beholde and visite this vin ¹⁵ (80:14b) and vineyarde that thy ryght hande hath planted, and the young braunche which thou hast fortified for thy selfe ¹⁶ (80:15) It is brent with fire and cut downe: they shall perishe at the rebuke of thy countenaunce