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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. Isaiah 5:1-5, Berean Literal Bible. Public domain.
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