1 Let me sing a lovesong to my beloved about his vineyard:
My beloved had a vineyard on a fertile hill.
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.
judge between me and my vineyard!
than what I have already done for it?
When I waited for it to produce good grapes,
why did it produce only sour, wild grapes?
I will tear away its hedge so that it can be devoured
and tear down its wall so that it can be trampled.
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.
and the people of Judah are the garden of his delight.
He hoped for justice but saw only slaughter,
for righteousness but heard only cries of distress.