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Why have You broken down her hedges, So that all who pass by the way pluck her fruit?
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The boar out of the woods uproots it, And the wild beast of the field devours it.
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Return, we beseech You, O God of hosts; Look down from heaven and see, And visit this vine
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And the vineyard which Your right hand has planted, And the branch that You made strong for Yourself.
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It is burned with fire, it is cut down; They perish at the rebuke of Your countenance.
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Let Your hand be upon the man of Your right hand, Upon the son of man whom You made strong for Yourself.
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Then we will not turn back from You; Revive us, and we will call upon Your name.
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Restore us, O Lord God of hosts; Cause Your face to shine, And we shall be saved!