9. My heritage is unto me like a speckled bird of prey, the birds round about are against her; come you, assemble all the beasts of the field, come to devour.
10. Many shepherds have destroyed my vineyard, they have trodden my portion under foot, they have made my pleasant portion a desolate wilderness.
11. They have made it desolate, and being desolate it mourns unto me; the whole land is made desolate, because no man lays it to heart.