It sendeth forth its branches unto the sea, And unto the river its sucklings.

By them the fowl of the heavens doth dwell, From between the branches They give forth the voice.

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,

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

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