Isaiah 5:1-7 ▼

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.