1 Let me sing for my well beloved a song of my beloved about his vineyard.My beloved had a vineyard on a very fruitful hill.
2 He dug it up,gathered out its stones,planted it with the choicest vine,built a tower in the middle of it,and also cut out a wine press therein.He looked for it to yield grapes,but it yielded wild grapes.
3 “Now, inhabitants of Jerusalem and men of Judah,please judge between me and my vineyard.
4 What could have been done more to my vineyard, that I have not done in it?Why, when I looked for it to yield grapes, did it yield wild grapes?
5 Now I will tell you what I will do to my vineyard.I will take away its hedge, and it will be eaten up.I will break down its wall, and it will be trampled down.
6 I will lay it a wasteland.It won’t be pruned nor hoed,but it will grow briers and thorns.I will also command the clouds that they rain no rain on 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 justice, but, behold, oppression;for righteousness, but, behold, a cry of distress.