1. Now let me sing of my friend,my beloved’s song about his vineyard.My friend had a vineyardon 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: