Isaiah 5:1 - 5:7

Let me sing now for my well‑beloved

A song of my beloved concerning His vineyard.

My well‑beloved had a vineyard on a fertile hill.

He dug it all around, removed its stones,

And planted it with the choicest vine.

And He built a tower in the middle of it

And also hewed out a wine vat in it;

Then He hoped for it to produce good grapes,

But it produced only worthless ones.

“So now, O inhabitants of Jerusalem and men of Judah,

Please judge between Me and My vineyard.

What more was there to do for My vineyard that I have not done in it?

Why, when I hoped for it to produce good grapes did it produce worthless ones?

So now let Me tell you what I am going to do to My vineyard:

I will remove its hedge, and it will be consumed;

I will break down its wall, and it will become trampled ground.

I will lay it waste;

It will not be pruned or hoed,

But briars and thorns will come up.

I will also command the clouds to rain no rain on it.”

For the vineyard of Yahweh of hosts is the house of Israel

And the men of Judah His delightful plant.

Thus He hoped for justice, but behold, bloodshed;

For righteousness, but behold, a cry of distress.