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

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

A vine out of Egypt Thou dost bring, Thou dost cast out nations, and plantest it.

God of Hosts, turn back, we beseech Thee, Look from heaven, and see, and inspect this vine,

Thy wife is as a fruitful vine in the sides of thy house, Thy sons as olive plants around thy table.