5 Now let me sing to my Well-beloved A song of my Beloved aregarding His vineyard:
My Well-beloved has a vineyard
1On a very fruitful hill.
And planted it with the choicest vine.
He built a tower in its midst,
And also 2made a winepress in it;
bSo He expected it to bring forth good grapes,
But it brought forth wild grapes.
Lit. In a horn, the son of fatness
Lit. hewed out