Psalm 80

Qui regis Isræl
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Restore us again, O God of hosts; *
show the light of your countenance, and we shall be whole.
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You have brought a vine out of Egypt; *
you have cast out the nations and planted it.
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You made room for it, *
and when it had taken root it filled the land.
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The hills were covered with the shadow of it, *
and the boughs thereof were like the mighty cedar trees.
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It stretched out its branches to the sea *
and its boughs to the river.
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Why have you broken down her hedge, *
so that all those who go by pluck off her grapes?
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The wild boar out of the wood roots it up, *
and the wild beasts of the field devour it.
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Turn again, O God of hosts, look down from heaven; *
behold, and visit this vine,
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And the place of the vineyard that your right hand has planted, *
and the branch that you made so strong for yourself.
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As for those who burn it with fire and cut it down, *
let them perish at the rebuke of your countenance.
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Let your hand be upon the man of your right hand *
and upon the son of man, whom you made so strong for yourself.
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And so we will not turn back from you; *
O let us live, and we shall call upon your Name.
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Restore us again, O Lord God of hosts; *
show the light of your countenance, and we shall be whole.