CLV(i)
11 It sent its harvest branches unto the Sea, And its young shoots to the Stream."
12 Why have You breached its stone dikes, So that all who are passing by the way nip off its fruit?
13 The boar from the wildwood gorges on it, And the field mammal, it grazes upon it."
14 O Elohim of hosts, return, I pray; Look down from the heavens and see, And note this vine,
15 Even the sprig that Your right hand has planted; And watch over the son You have made resolute for Yourself.
16 It is burned with fire, obliterated; At the rebuke of Your countenance they are perishing."