1 I will sing a songabout my friend's vineyardthat was on the sideof a fertile hill.
2 My friend dug the ground,removed the stones,and planted the best vines.He built a watchtowerand dug a pit in rocky groundfor pressing the grapes.He hoped they would be sweet,but bitter grapeswere all it produced.
3 Listen, people of Jerusalemand of Judah!You be the judge of meand my vineyard.
4 What more could I have donefor my vineyard?I hoped for sweet grapes,but bitter grapeswere all that grew.