1. I will sing to my beloved the canticle of my paternal cousin, about his vineyard. A vineyard was made for my beloved, at the horn in the son of oil.
2. And he fenced it in, and he picked the stones out of it, and he planted it with the best vines, and he built a tower in the middle of it, and he set up a winepress within it. And he expected it to produce grapes, but it produced wild vines.
3. Now then, inhabitants of Jerusalem and men of Judah: judge between me and my vineyard.
4. What more should I have done for my vineyard that I did not do for it? Should I not have expected it to produce grapes, though it produced wild vines?