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.
5 Now I will let you knowwhat I am going to do.I will cut down the hedgeand tear down the wall.My vineyard will be trampledand left in ruins.
6 It will turn into a desert,neither pruned nor hoed;it will be coveredwith thorns and briars.I will command the cloudsnot to send rain.