Psalms 80:14
God of Hosts, turn back, we beseech Thee, Look from heaven, and see, and inspect this vine,
God of Hosts, turn back, we beseech Thee, Look from heaven, and see, and inspect this vine,
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15And the root that Thy right hand planted, And the branch Thou madest strong for Thee,
16Burnt with fire -- cut down, From the rebuke of Thy face they perish.
7God of Hosts, turn us back, And cause Thy face to shine, and we are saved.
8A vine out of Egypt Thou dost bring, Thou dost cast out nations, and plantest it.
9Thou hast looked before it, and dost root it, And it filleth the land,
12Why hast Thou broken down its hedges, And all passing by the way have plucked it?
13A boar out of the forest doth waste it, And a wild beast of the fields consumeth it.
18And we do not go back from Thee, Thou dost revive us, and in Thy name we call.
19O Jehovah, God of Hosts, turn us back, Cause Thy face to shine, and we are saved!
2Before Ephraim, and Benjamin, and Manasseh, Wake up Thy might, and come for our salvation.
3O God, cause us to turn back, And cause Thy face to shine, and we are saved.
4Jehovah, God of Hosts, till when? Thou hast burned against the prayer of Thy people.
12`And the trees say to the vine, Come thou, reign over us.
13And the vine saith to them, Have I ceased from my new wine, which is rejoicing gods and men, that I have gone to stagger over the trees?
13Turn back, O Jehovah, till when? And repent concerning Thy servants.
21Turn us back, O Jehovah, unto Thee, And we turn back, renew our days as of old.
7Return do the dwellers under his shadow, They revive `as' corn, and flourish as a vine, His memorial `is' as wine of Lebanon.
1Let me sing, I pray you, for my beloved, A song of my beloved as to his vineyard: My beloved hath a vineyard in a fruitful hill,
2And he fenceth it, and casteth out its stones, And planteth it `with' a choice vine, And buildeth a tower in its midst, And also a wine press hath hewn out in it, And he waiteth for the yielding of grapes, And it yieldeth bad ones!
3And now, O inhabitant of Jerusalem, and man of Judah, Judge, I pray you, between me and my vineyard.
4What -- to do still to my vineyard, That I have not done in it! Wherefore, I waited to the yielding of grapes, And it yieldeth bad ones!
6And it springeth up, and becometh a spreading vine, humble of stature, To turn its thin shoots toward itself, And its roots are under it, And it becometh a vine, and maketh boughs, And sendeth forth beauteous branches.
7And there is another great eagle, Great-winged, and abounding with feathers, And lo, this vine hath bent its roots toward him, And its thin shoots it hath sent out toward him, To water it from the furrows of its planting,
8On a good field, by many waters, it is planted, To make branches, and to bear fruit, To be for an goodly vine.
15Look attentively from the heavens, And see from Thy holy and beauteous habitation, Where `is' Thy zeal and Thy might? The multitude of Thy bowels and Thy mercies Towards me have refrained themselves.
7Because the vineyard of Jehovah of Hosts `Is' the house of Israel, And the man of Judah His pleasant plant, And He waiteth for judgment, and lo, oppression, For righteousness, and lo, a cry.
1To the Overseer. -- `Concerning the Lily of Testimony,' a secret treasure of David, to teach, in his striving with Aram-Naharaim, and with Aram-Zobah, and Joab turneth back and smiteth Edom in the valley of Salt -- twelve thousand. O God, Thou hadst cast us off, Thou hadst broken us -- hadst been angry! -- Thou dost turn back to us.
4Turn back `to' us, O God of our salvation, And make void Thine anger with us.
50Till Jehovah looketh and seeth from the heavens,
8O Jehovah, God of Hosts, hear my prayer, Give ear, O God of Jacob. Selah.
9Our shield, see, O God, And behold the face of Thine anointed,
7Surely our iniquities have testified against us, O Jehovah, work for Thy name's sake, For many have been our backslidings, Against Thee we have sinned.
20We have known, O Jehovah, our wickedness, The iniquity of our fathers, For we have sinned against Thee.
1Turn back, O Israel, unto Jehovah thy God, For thou hast stumbled by thine iniquity.
17Why causest Thou us to wander, O Jehovah, from Thy ways? Thou hardenest our heart from Thy fear, Turn back for Thy servants' sake, The tribes of Thine inheritance.
4Turn again, O Jehovah, `to' our captivity, As streams in the south.
21And I planted thee a choice vine, wholly a true seed, And how hast thou been turned to Me, To the degenerate shoots of a strange vine?
2Jehovah from the heavens Hath looked on the sons of men, To see if there is a wise one -- seeking God.
9Thus said Jehovah of Hosts: They surely glean, as a vine, the remnant of Israel, Put back thy hand, as a gatherer to the baskets.
6Dost Thou not turn back? Thou revivest us, And Thy people do rejoice in Thee.
19For He hath looked From the high place of His sanctuary. Jehovah from heaven unto earth looked attentively,
40We search our ways, and investigate, And turn back unto Jehovah.
22Turn back, O backsliding sons, I cause your backslidings to cease. -- Behold us, we have come to Thee, For Thou `art' Jehovah our God.
1Remember, O Jehovah, what hath befallen us, Look attentively, and see our reproach.
2`Son of man, What is the vine-tree more than any tree? The vine-branch that hath been, Among trees of the forest?
10Why do the nations say, `Where `is' their God?' Let be known among the nations before our eyes, The vengeance of the blood of Thy servants that is shed.
8Remember not for us the iniquities of forefathers, Haste, let Thy mercies go before us, For we have been very weak.
15look from Thy holy habitation, from the heavens, and bless Thy people Israel, and the ground which Thou hast given to us, as Thou hast sworn to our fathers -- a land flowing `with' milk and honey.
10and in the vine `are' three branches, and it `is' as it were flourishing; gone up hath its blossom, its clusters have ripened grapes;
7It hath made my vine become a desolation, And my fig-tree become a chip, It hath made it thoroughly bare, and hath cast down, Made white have been its branches.