Great(i)
8 Thou hast brought a vyne out of Egypte, thou hast cast out the Heathen, and planted it.
9 Thou madest rowme for it: and whan it had taken rote it fylled the lande.
10 The hylles were couered with the shadowe of it, and the bowes therof were lyke the goodly Cedre trees.
11 She stretched out her braunches vnto the see, and her bowes vnto the ryuer.
12 Why hast thou then broken downe her hedge, that all they whych go by, plucke of her grapes?
13 The wylde bore out of the wood doth rote it vp, and the wylde beastes of the felde deuoureth it.
14 Turne the agayne, thou God of Hostes, loke downe from heauen, beholde, and vyset thys vyne.
15 And the place of the vynyarde that thy ryght hande hath planted, and the braunch that thou madest so stronge for thy selfe..
16 It is brent wyth fyre, and cut downe: and they shall perysh at the rebuke of thy countenaunce.
17 Let thy hand be vpon the man of thy ryght hande, & vpon the sonne of man whom thou madest so strong for thyne awne selfe.
18 And so will not we go back from the: Oh let vs lyue, & we shall call vpon thy mame.
19 Turne vs agayne, O Lorde God of Hostes, shewe the lyght of thy countenaunce, & we shalbe whole.