He smote their vines also and their fig-trees, And brake the trees of their borders.

Thou broughtest a vine out of Egypt: Thou didst drive out the nations, and plantedst it.

Turn again, we beseech thee, O God of hosts: Look down from heaven, and behold, and visit this vine,

Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine, In the innermost parts of thy house; Thy children like olive plants, Round about thy table.