BSB(i)
11 It sent out its branches to the Sea, and its shoots toward the River.
12 Why have You broken down its walls, so that all who pass by pick its fruit?
13 The boar from the forest ravages it, and the creatures of the field feed upon it.
14 Return, O God of Hosts, we pray! Look down from heaven and see! Attend to this vine—
15 the root Your right hand has planted, the son You have raised up for Yourself.
16 Your vine has been cut down and burned; they perish at the rebuke of Your countenance.