Rotherham(i)
1 Let me sing, I pray you, for a well–beloved of mine, The song of my beloved, concerning his vineyard:––A vineyard, had my well–beloved, on a very fruitful hill;
2 And he thoroughly digged it, And gathered out the stones thereof, And planted it with a precious vine, And built a tower in the midst thereof, Moreover also, a wine–press, hewed he therein,––Then waited he, that it should bring forth grapes. And it brought forth wild, grapes:
3 Now, therefore, O inhabitant of Jerusalem, And men of Judah,––Judge, I pray you, betwixt me, and my vineyard:––
4 What could have been done further, to my vineyard, That I had not done in it? Why then––When I had waited that it should bring forth grapes, Brought it forth wild, grapes?
5 Now, therefore, I pray you, let me tell, you, what I, am about to do to my vineyard,––To take away the fence thereof, And it shall be eaten up, To destroy the wall thereof, And it shall be trodden down;
6 And I will make it a waste; ––It shall be neither pruned nor hoed, But there shall come up briars and thorns,––And, upon the clouds, will I lay a charge, That they rain thereon no rain.
7 Surely, the vineyard of Yahweh of hosts, is the house of Israel, And, the men of Judah, are the plantation in which he dearly delighted,––And he waited, For, equity, but lo! murderous iniquity, For the rule of right, but lo! the cry of the wronged.