1 Let me sing now for my well-beloved A song of my beloved concerning His vineyard. My well-beloved had a vineyard ona Lit a horn, the son of fatnessa fertile hill. | |
2 He dug it all around, removed its stones, And planted it withb Lit a bright red grapethe choicest vine. And He built a tower in the middle of it And also hewed out ac Or wine presswine vat in it; Then He expected it to produce good grapes, But it produced onlyd Or wild grapesworthless ones. | |
3 “And now, O inhabitants of Jerusalem and men of Judah, Judge between Me and My vineyard. | |
4 “What more was there to do for My vineyarde Lit and I have not donethat I have not done in it? Why, when I expected it to produce good grapes did it producef Or wild grapesworthless ones? | |
5 “So now let Me tell you what I am going to do to My vineyard: I will remove its hedge and it will be consumed; I will break down its wall and it will become trampled ground. | |
6 “I will lay it waste; It will not be pruned or hoed, But briars and thorns will come up. I will also charge the clouds to rain no rain on it.” | |
7 For the vineyard of the LORD of hosts is the house of Israel And the men of Judah His delightful plant. Thus He looked for justice, but behold, bloodshed; For righteousness, but behold, a cry of distress. | |