¹⁴ Turn again, we beseech thee, O God of hosts:
Look down from heaven, and behold, and visit this vine,
¹⁵ And ^[a]the stock which thy right hand planted,
And the ^[b]branch that thou madest strong for thyself.
¹⁶ It is burned with fire, it is cut down:
They perish at the rebuke of thy countenance.