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.
11. Ah! Those who rise early in the morning, they pursue strong drink. Those who linger in the evening, wine inflames them.