1 Now will I sing to my well-beloveda song of my beloved touching his vineyard.My well-beloved hath a vineyardin a very fruitful hill:
2 and he fenced it, and gathered out the stones thereof,and planted it with the choicest vine,and built a tower in the midst of it,and also made a winepress therein:and he looked that it should bring forth grapes,and it brought forth wild grapes.
3 And now, O inhabitants of Jerusalem, and men of Judah,judge, I pray you, betwixt me and my vineyard.
4 What could have been done more to my vineyard,that I have not done in it?Wherefore, when I looked that it should bring forth grapes,brought it forth wild grapes?
5 And now go to;I will tell you what I will do to my vineyard:I will take away the hedge thereof,and it shall be eaten up; and break down the wall thereof,and it shall be trodden down:
6 and I will lay it waste:it shall not be pruned, nor digged;but there shall come up briers and thorns:I will also command the clouds that they rain no rain upon it.
7 For the vineyard of the Lord of hosts is the house of Israel,and the men of Judah his pleasant plant:and he looked for judgment, but behold oppression;for righteousness, but behold a cry.