ECB(i)
7 I forsook my house; I abandoned my inheritance; I gave the beloved of my soul into the palm of her enemies:
8 To me, my inheritance is as a lion in the forest; she gives her voice against me: so I hate her.
9 To me, my inheritance is as a speckled swooper. Are the swoopers all around against her? Come, gather all the live beings of the field; come for food.
10 Many tenders ruin my vineyard; they trample my allotment; they give the allotment of my desire a desolate wilderness:
11 they set it desolate; and desolate, it mourns to me; the whole land is desolated because no man sets it to heart.