Restore us, O God of hosts;
Show the light of your countenance, and we shall be saved.
You have brought a vine out of Egypt;
You cast out the nations and planted it.
You prepared the ground for it;
It took root and filled the land.
the mountains were covered by its shadow;
And the towering cedar trees by its boughs.
You stretched out its tendrils to the sea;
And its branches to the river.
The wild boar of the forest has ravaged it;
And the beasts of the field have grazed upon it.
Turn now, O God of hosts, look down from heaven;
behold and tend this vine;
Preserve what your right hand has planted.
