12 Why have you broken down its walls, So that all those who pass by the way pluck it?
13 The boar out of the wood ravages it. The wild animals of the field feed on it.
14 Turn again, we beg you, God of hosts. Look down from heaven, and see, and visit this vine,
15 The stock which your right hand planted, The branch that you made strong for yourself.
16 It's burned with fire. It's cut down. They perish at your rebuke.
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