Psalm
R. The vineyard of the Lord is the house of Israel.
You brought a vine out of Egypt; you drove out the nations and planted it. It sent out its branches to the sea, and its shoots to the River. R.
Why then have you broken down its walls, so that all who pass along the way pluck its fruit? The boar from the forest ravages it, and all that move in the field feed on it. R.
Turn again, O God of hosts; look down from heaven, and see; have regard for this vine, the stock that your right hand planted. R.
Then we will never turn back from you; give us life, and we will call on your name. Restore us, O Lord God of hosts; let your face shine, that we may be saved. R.