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1 Now let me sing of my friend, my beloved’s song about his vineyard. My friend had a vineyard on a fertile hillside; 2 He spaded it, cleared it of stones, and planted the choicest vines; Within it he built a watchtower, and hewed out a wine press. Then he waited for the crop of grapes, but it yielded rotten grapes. 3 Now, inhabitants of Jerusalem, people of Judah, judge between me and my vineyard: 4 What more could be done for my vineyard that I did not do? Why, when I waited for the crop of grapes, did it yield rotten grapes? 5 Now, I will let you know what I am going to do to my vineyard: Take away its hedge, give it to grazing, break through its wall, let it be trampled! 6 Yes, I will make it a ruin: it shall not be pruned or hoed, but will be overgrown with thorns and briers; I will command the clouds not to rain upon it. 7 The vineyard of the LORD of hosts is the house of Israel, the people of Judah, his cherished plant; He waited for judgment, but see, bloodshed! for justice, but hark, the outcry! Isaiah 5:1-7, New American Bible Revised. Copyright © 2010 USCCB.
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