Isaiah 5:1–7

Parable of the Vineyard

¹Let me sing now for my well-beloved

A song of my beloved concerning His vineyard.

My well-beloved had a ^avineyard on ¹a fertile hill.

²He dug it all around, removed its stones,

And planted it with ¹the ^achoicest vine.

And He built a tower in the middle of it

And also hewed out a ²wine vat in it;

Then He ^bexpected it to produce good grapes,

But it produced only ³worthless ones.

³“And now, O inhabitants of Jerusalem and men of Judah,

^aJudge between Me and My vineyard.

⁴“^aWhat more was there to do for My vineyard ¹that I have not done in it?

Why, when I expected it to produce good grapes did it produce ²worthless ones?

⁵“So now let Me tell you what I am going to do to My vineyard:

I will ^aremove its hedge and it will be consumed;

I will ^bbreak down its wall and it will become ^ctrampled ground.

⁶“I will ^alay it waste;

It will not be pruned or hoed,

But briars and thorns will come up.

I will also charge the clouds to ^brain no rain on it.”

⁷For the ^avineyard of the Lord of hosts is the house of Israel

And the men of Judah His delightful plant.

Thus He looked for justice, but behold, ^bbloodshed;

For righteousness, but behold, a cry of distress.