Isaiah 5:1–7

The Song of the Unfruitful Vineyard

⁵I will sing for my beloved

my love song concerning his vineyard:

My beloved had a vineyard

on a very fertile hill.^*

²He dug it and cleared it of stones

and planted it with choice vines;

he built a watchtower in the midst of it

and hewed out a wine vat in it;

he expected it to yield grapes,

but it yielded rotten grapes.^*

³And now, inhabitants of Jerusalem

and people of Judah,

judge between me

and my vineyard.^*

⁴What more was there to do for my vineyard

that I have not done in it?

When I expected it to yield grapes,

why did it yield rotten grapes?^*

⁵And now I will tell you

what I will do to my vineyard.

I will remove its hedge,

and it shall be devoured;

I will break down its wall,

and it shall be trampled down.^*

⁶I will make it a wasteland;

it shall not be pruned or hoed,

and it shall be overgrown with briers and thorns;

I will also command the clouds

that they rain no rain upon it.^*

⁷For the vineyard of the Lord of hosts

is the house of Israel,

and the people of Judah

are his cherished garden;

he expected justice

but saw bloodshed;

righteousness

but heard a cry!^*