Thy wife, like a fruitful vine, within the recesses of thy house, - Thy children, like plantings of olive-trees, round about thy table.

And he smote their vines, and their fig-trees, And brake in pieces the trees of their bounds;

He killed, with hail, their vine, And their sycomores, with frost:

A vine out of Egypt, thou didst remove, Thou didst cast out nations, and plant it;

O God of hosts, return, we pray thee, - Look down out of the heavens, and see, And inspect this vine: