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.
cJudge, please, between Me and My vineyard.
That I have not done in dit?
Why then, when I expected it to bring forth good grapes,
Did it bring forth wild grapes?
eI will take away its hedge, and it shall be burned;
And break down its wall, and it shall be trampled down.
6 I will lay it fwaste;
It shall not be pruned or 3dug,
But there shall come up briers and gthorns.
I will also command the clouds
That they rain no rain on it.”
Lit. In a horn, the son of fatness
Lit. hewed out