2 On that day—The pleasant vineyard, sing about it!
3 I, the Lord, am its keeper,I water it every moment;Lest anyone harm it,night and day I guard it.
4 I am not angry.But if I were to find briers and thorns,In battle I would march against it;I would burn it all.
5 But if it holds fast to my refuge,it shall have peace with me;it shall have peace with me.
6 In days to come Jacob shall take root,Israel shall sprout and blossom,covering all the world with fruit.
7 Was he smitten as his smiter was smitten?Was he slain as his slayer was slain?
8 Driving out and expelling, he struggled against it,carrying it off with his cruel wind on a day of storm.