¹⁰ Your mother was in comparison like a vine, planted by the waters: she was fertile and full of branches because of the great waters.

¹¹ And she had a strong rod for a rod of authority for the rulers, and it became tall among the clouds and it was seen lifted up among the number of its branches.

¹² But she was uprooted in burning wrath, and made low on the earth; the east wind came, drying her up, and her branches were broken off; her strong rod became dry, the fire made a meal of it.

¹³ And now she is planted in the waste land, in a dry and unwatered country.

¹⁴ And fire has gone out from her rod, causing the destruction of her branches, so that there is no strong rod in her to be the ruler's rod of authority. This is a song of grief, and it was for a song of grief.

¹ The fool has said in his heart, "There is no God." They are corrupt. They have done abominable works. There is none who does good.

² Yahweh looked down from heaven on the children of men, to see if there were any who did understand, who did seek after God.

³ They have all gone aside. They have together become corrupt. There is none who does good, no, not one.

⁴ Have all the workers of iniquity no knowledge, who eat up my people as they eat bread, and don't call on Yahweh?

⁵ There they were in great fear, for God is in the generation of the righteous.

⁶ You frustrate the plan of the poor, because Yahweh is his refuge.

⁷ Oh that the salvation of Israel would come out of Zion! When Yahweh restores the fortunes of his people, then Jacob shall rejoice, and Israel shall be glad. A Psalm by David.