Let me sing, I pray you, for my beloved, A song of my
beloved as to his vineyard: My beloved hath a vineyard in a fruitful hill,
And he fenceth it, and casteth out its stones, And planteth
it with a choice vine, And buildeth a tower in its midst, And also a
wine press hath hewn out in it, And he waiteth for the yielding of grapes, And
it yieldeth bad ones!
And now, O inhabitant of Jerusalem, and man of Judah, Judge,
I pray you, between me and my vineyard.
What -- to do still to my vineyard, That I have not done in
it! Wherefore, I waited to the yielding of grapes, And it yieldeth bad ones!
And now, pray, let me cause you to know, That which I am
doing to my vineyard, To turn aside its hedge, And it hath been for
consumption, To break down its wall, And it hath been for a treading-place.
And I make it a waste, It is not pruned, nor arranged, And
gone up have brier and thorn, And on the thick clouds I lay a charge, From
raining upon it rain.
Because the vineyard of Jehovah of Hosts Is the house
of Israel, And the man of Judah His pleasant plant, And He waiteth for
judgment, and lo, oppression, For righteousness, and lo, a cry.
Wo to those joining house to house, Field to field
they bring near, till there is no place, And ye have been settled by yourselves
In the midst of the land!
By the weapons of Jehovah of Hosts Do not many houses a
desolation become? Great and good without inhabitant!
For ten acres of vineyard do yield one bath, And an homer of
seed yieldeth an ephah.
Wo to those rising early in the morning, Strong drink
they pursue! Tarrying in twilight, wine inflameth them!
And harp, and psaltery, tabret, and pipe, And wine, have
been their banquets, And the work of Jehovah they behold not, Yea, the work of
His hands they have not seen.
Therefore my people removed without knowledge, And its
honourable ones are famished, And its multitude dried up of thirst.
Therefore hath Sheol enlarged herself, And hath opened her
mouth without limit. And gone down hath its honour, and its multitude, And its
noise, and its exulting one -- into her.
And bowed down is the low, and humbled the high, And the
eyes of the haughty become low,
And Jehovah of Hosts is high in judgment, And the Holy God
sanctified in righteousness,
And fed have lambs according to their leading, And waste
places of the fat ones Do sojourners consume.
Wo to those drawing out iniquity with cords of
vanity, And as with thick ropes of the cart -- sin.
Who are saying, 'Let Him hurry, Let Him hasten His work,
that we may see, And let the counsel of the Holy One of Israel Draw near and
come, and we know.'
Wo to those saying to evil 'good,' And to good 'evil,'
Putting darkness for light, and light for darkness, Putting bitter for sweet,
and sweet for bitter.
Wo to the wise in their own eyes, And -- before their
own faces -- intelligent!
Wo to the mighty to drink wine, And men of strength
to mingle strong drink.
Declaring righteous the wicked for a bribe, And the
righteousness of the righteous They turn aside from him.
Therefore, as a tongue of fire devoureth stubble, And flaming
hay falleth, Their root is as muck, And their flower as dust goeth up. Because
they have rejected the law of Jehovah of Hosts, And the saying of the Holy One
of Israel despised.
Therefore hath the anger of Jehovah burned among His people,
And He stretcheth out His hand against it, And smiteth it, and the mountains
tremble, And their carcase is as filth in the midst of the out-places. With all
this His anger did not turn back, And still His hand is stretched out!
And He lifted up an ensign to nations afar off, And hissed
to it from the end of the earth, And lo, with haste, swift it cometh.
There is none weary, nor stumbling in it, It doth not
slumber, nor sleep, Nor opened hath been the girdle of its loins, Nor drawn
away the latchet of its sandals.
Whose arrows are sharp, and all its bows bent, Hoofs
of its horses as flint have been reckoned, And its wheels as a hurricane!
Its roaring is like a lioness, It roareth like young
lions, And it howleth, and seizeth prey, And carrieth away safely, and there is
And it howleth against it in that day as the howling of a
sea, And it hath looked attentively to the land, And lo, darkness -- distress,
And light hath been darkened by its abundance!