Hear us, Shepherd of Israel, you who lead Joseph like a flock, you who sit above the cherubim, shine forth.

You brought a vine out of Egypt. You drove out the nations, and planted it.

Turn us again, God. Cause your face to shine, and we will be saved.

Let your hand be on the man of your right hand, on the son of man whom you made strong for yourself.

Turn us again, God of Armies. Cause your face to shine, and we will be saved.

Before Ephraim and Benjamin and Manasseh, stir up your might! Come to save us!

Yahweh God of Armies, How long will you be angry against the prayer of your people?

Turn again, we beg you, God of Armies. Look down from heaven, and see, and visit this vine,

the stock which your right hand planted, the branch that you made strong for yourself.

So we will not turn away from you. Revive us, and we will call on your name.

You have fed them with the bread of tears, and given them tears to drink in large measure.

You cleared the ground for it. It took deep root, and filled the land.

Why have you broken down its walls, so that all those who pass by the way pluck it?

It sent out its branches to the sea, Its shoots to the River.

Turn us again, Yahweh God of Armies. Cause your face to shine, and we will be saved. For the Chief Musician. On an instrument of Gath. By Asaph.

The mountains were covered with its shadow. Its boughs were like God's cedars.

The boar out of the wood ravages it. The wild animals of the field feed on it.

It's burned with fire. It's cut down. They perish at your rebuke.

You make us a source of contention to our neighbors. Our enemies laugh among themselves.