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 Restore us, O God of hosts; * show the light of your countenance, and we shall be saved.

You have brought a vine out of Egypt; * you cast out the nations and planted it.

You prepared the ground for it; * it took root and filled the land.

The mountains were covered by its shadow * and the towering cedar trees by its boughs.

You stretched out its tendrils to the Sea * and its branches to the River.

Why have you broken down its wall, * so that all who pass by pluck off its grapes?

The wild boar of the forest has ravaged it, * and the beasts of the field have grazed upon it.

Turn now, O God of hosts, look down from heaven; behold and tend this vine; * preserve what your right hand has planted.

They burn it with fire like rubbish; * at the rebuke of your countenance let them perish.

Let your hand be upon the man of your right hand, * the son of man you have made so strong for yourself.

And so will we never turn away from you; * give us life, that we may call upon your Name.

Restore us, O God of hosts; * show the light of your countenance, and we shall be saved.