LXX2012(i)
7 Turn us, O Lord God of hosts, and cause your face to shine; and we shall be saved. Pause.
8 You have transplanted a vine out of Egypt: you have cast out the heathen, and planted it.
9 You made a way before it, and did cause its roots to strike, and the land was filled [with it].
10 Its shadow covered the mountains, and its shoots [equalled] the goodly cedars.