“At that same time, a fine vineyard will appear.There’s something to sing about!I, God, tend it.I keep it well-watered.I keep careful watch over itso that no one can damage it.I’m not angry. I care.Even if it gives me thistles and thornbushes,I’ll just pull them outand burn them up.Let that vine cling to me for safety,let it find a good and whole life with me,let it hold on for a good and whole life.”