Psalms 80:9

You make us a source of contention to our neighbors.

Our enemies laugh among themselves.

Turn us again, God of Armies.

Cause your face to shine,

and we will be saved.

You brought a vine out of Egypt.

You drove out the nations, and planted it.

The mountains were covered with its shadow.

Its boughs were like God’s cedars.

It sent out its branches to the sea,

its shoots to the River.

Why have you broken down its walls,

so that all those who pass by the way pluck it?