Psalms 80:5-9

You have fed us with sorrow and grief and made us drink our tears by the bowlful. You’ve made us a thorn in the side of all the neighboring lands, and now they just laugh at us with their mocking scorn. Come back, come back, O God, and restore us! You are the Commander of Angel Armies. Let your beaming face shine upon us with the sunrise rays of glory, and then nothing will be able to stop us! Remember how you transplanted us here like a tender vine from Egypt. You cleared the land for your vineyard, evicting the nations from your land and planting us here. The roots of your vineyard went deep into the soil and filled the land with fruit.