Isaiah 5:1-12 ▼

1 Let me sing now for my beloved, a song of my beloved regarding his vineyard: Unto my beloved there was a vineyard, a son of fatness on a hill.

2 And he dug it and cleared it of stones, and he planted it with the choicest vine; and he built a tower in its midst, and also a winepress he hewed out in it. And he waited for it to make grapes, and it made wild grapes.

3 “And now, O dweller of Jerusalem and man of Judah, judge please, between Me and between My vineyard.

4 What could have been done more for My vineyard, that I have not done in it? Why—I waited for it to make grapes—and it made wild grapes?

5 And now I will let you? know what I am going to do to My vineyard: I will take away its hedge, and it will be consumed and the breaking down of its wall, and it will be free for trampling.

6 And I will set it as a waste—it will not be pruned nor hoed, and there will come up brier and thorn; and also the clouds I will command against raining on it with rain.”

7 For the vineyard of YHWH of Hosts is the house of Israel, and the men of Judah are the plant of His delight; and He looked for justice, and behold, bloodshed—for righteousness, and behold, outcry.

8 Woe to those joining house to house; field to field they bring near, until there is no place to stand, and you? are made to dwell by yourselves alone in the midst of the land!

9 In my hearing, YHWH of Hosts says: “Surely many houses will be a desolation—great and beautiful ones without one dwelling!

10 For a ten yoke vineyard will yield one bath, and a homer of seed will yield an ephah.

11 Woe to those rising early in the morning to pursue strong drink, tarrying into the twilight as wine inflames them!

12 Are the lyre and harp and tambourine, and flute and wine, are at their feasts; and the work of YHWH they do not regard, and the work of His hands they do not see.