1 Let me sing a lovesong to my beloved about his vineyard:My beloved had a vineyard on a fertile hill.
2 He dug it up, removed its stones,planted it with the choicest vines,built a watchtower in it,and made a winepress in it.Then he waited for it to produce good grapes,but it produced only sour, wild grapes.
3 Now then, you inhabitants of Jerusalem and Judah,judge between me and my vineyard!
4 What more could have been done for my vineyardthan what I have already done for it?When I waited for it to produce good grapes,why did it produce only sour, wild grapes?
5 Now then, let me tell you what I will do to my vineyard.I will tear away its hedge so that it can be devouredand tear down its wall so that it can be trampled.
6 I will make it a wasteland.It will never be pruned or hoed.Thorns and weeds will grow in it,and I will command the clouds not to rain on it.