A carefully tended vineyard yields only wild grapes, and six pronounced woes follow against injustice, drunkenness, and pride in Judah.
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Lyrics
Let me sing for my well beloved A song of my beloved about his vineyard My beloved had a vineyard On a very fruitful hill
He dug it up and gathered out its stones Planted it with the choicest vine Built a tower in the middle of it And cut out a wine press in it
He looked for it to yield grapes But it yielded wild grapes Now inhabitants of Jerusalem and men of Judah Please judge between me and my vineyard
What could have been done more That I have not done in it Why when I looked for it to yield grapes Did it yield wild grapes
Now I will tell you what I will do I will take away its hedge It will be eaten up I will break down its wall
I will lay it a wasteland It won’t be pruned or hoed But it will grow briers and thorns I will command the clouds that they rain no rain
For the vineyard of the LORD of Armies Is the house of Israel The men of Judah his pleasant plant He looked for justice but behold oppression For righteousness but behold a cry of distress
Woe to those who join house to house Who lay field to field Until there is no room And you are made to dwell alone
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