ACV(i)
12 Why have thou broken down its walls, so that all those who pass by the way pluck it?
13 The boar out of the wood ravages it, and the wild beasts of the field feed on it.
14 Turn again, we beseech thee, O God of hosts. Look down from heaven, and, behold, and visit this vine,
15 and the stock which thy right hand planted, and the branch that thou made strong for thyself.
16 It is burned with fire, it is cut down. They perish at the rebuke of thy countenance.