13. The boar who from the forest comesdoth waste it at his pleasure;The wild beast of the field alsodevours it out of measure.
14. O God of hosts, we thee beseech,return now unto thine;Look down from heav'n in love, behold,and visit this thy vine:
15. This vineyard, which thine own right handhath planted us among;And that same branch, which for thyselfthou hast made to be strong.
16. Burnt up it is with flaming fire,it also is cut down:They utterly are perished,when as thy face doth frown.
17. O let thy hand be still uponthe Man of thy right hand,The Son of man, whom for thyselfthou madest strong to stand.
18. So henceforth we will not go back,nor turn from thee at all:O do thou quicken us,and we upon thy name will call.