He destroyeth with hail their vine, And their sycamores with frost,

You took a vine out of Egypt: driving out the nations, and planting it in their land.

Return, God of Hosts.
Look down from heaven and see;
take care of this vine,

And He smiteth their vine and their fig, And shivereth the trees of their border.

And put seed in the fields and make vine-gardens, to give them fruit.

Your wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of your house: your children like olive plants round about your table.