LEB(i)
1 Let me sing for my beloved a song of my love concerning his vineyard: ⌊My beloved had a vineyard⌋* on ⌊a fertile hill⌋.*
2 And he dug it and cleared it of stones, and he planted it with choice vines,* and he built a watchtower in the middle of it, and he even hewed out a wine vat in it, and he waited for it to yield grapes— but it yielded wild grapes.
3 And now, inhabitants of Jerusalem and men* of Judah, judge between me and my vineyard.
4 What more was there to do for my vineyard that I have not done in it? Why did I hope for it to yield grapes, and it yielded wild grapes?
5 And now let me tell you what I myself am about to do to my vineyard.
I will remove its hedge, and it shall become a devastation. I will break down its wall, and it shall become a trampling. 6 And I will make it a wasteland; it shall not be pruned and hoed, and it shall be overgrown with briers* and thornbushes.* And concerning the clouds, I will command ⌊them not to send⌋* rain down upon it. 7 For the vineyard of Yahweh of hosts is the house of Israel, and the man* of Judah is the plantation of his delight. And he waited for justice,* but look! Bloodshed!* For righteousness,* but look! A cry of distress!* 8 Ah! Those who ⌊join⌋* house with house, they join field together with field until ⌊there is no place⌋* and you are caused to dwell alone in the midst of the land. 9 Yahweh of hosts said in my ears:
⌊Surely⌋* many houses shall become a desolation, large and beautiful ones without inhabitant. 10 For ten acres of vineyard shall yield one bath,* and the seed of a homer will yield an ephah.*
I will remove its hedge, and it shall become a devastation. I will break down its wall, and it shall become a trampling. 6 And I will make it a wasteland; it shall not be pruned and hoed, and it shall be overgrown with briers* and thornbushes.* And concerning the clouds, I will command ⌊them not to send⌋* rain down upon it. 7 For the vineyard of Yahweh of hosts is the house of Israel, and the man* of Judah is the plantation of his delight. And he waited for justice,* but look! Bloodshed!* For righteousness,* but look! A cry of distress!* 8 Ah! Those who ⌊join⌋* house with house, they join field together with field until ⌊there is no place⌋* and you are caused to dwell alone in the midst of the land. 9 Yahweh of hosts said in my ears:
⌊Surely⌋* many houses shall become a desolation, large and beautiful ones without inhabitant. 10 For ten acres of vineyard shall yield one bath,* and the seed of a homer will yield an ephah.*