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

The birds of the sky nest by them. They sing among the branches.

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

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

Your wife will be as a fruitful vine, in the innermost parts of your house; your children like olive plants, around your table.