]
11 Her branches [on the western side]
Down to the Sea she sent,
And [upward] to that river [wide]
Her other branches [went.]
12 Why hast thou laid her Hedges low
And brok'n down her Fence,
That all may pluck her, as they go,
[With rudest violence?]
13 The [tusked] Boar out of the wood
Up turns it by the roots,
Wild Beasts there brouze, and make their food
[Her Grapes and tender Shoots.]
14 Return now, God of Hosts, look down
From Heav'n, thy Seat divine,
Behold [us, but without a frown,]
And visit this [thy] Vine.
15 Visit this Vine, which thy right hand
Hath set, and planted [long,]
And the young branch, that for thy self
Thou hast made firm and strong.
16 But now it is consum'd with fire,
And cut [with Axes] down,
They perish at thy dreadfull ire,
At thy rebuke and frown.
17 Upon the man of thy right hand
Let thy [good] hand be [laid,]
Upon the Son of Man, whom thou
Strong for thyself hast made.
18 So shall we not go back from thee
[To wayes of sin and shame,]
Quick'n us thou, then [gladly] wee
Shall call upon thy Name.
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