1 Now let me sing to my Well-beloved
A song of my Beloved ^aregarding His vineyard:
My Well-beloved has a vineyard
¹On a very fruitful hill. ‡

2 He dug it up and cleared out its stones,
And planted it with the choicest vine.
He built a tower in its midst,
And also¹ made a winepress in it;
^aSo He expected it to bring forth good grapes,
But it brought forth wild grapes. ‡

3 “And now, O inhabitants of Jerusalem and men of Judah,
^aJudge, please, between Me and My vineyard. ‡

4 What more could have been done to My vineyard
That I have not done in ^ait?
Why then, when I expected it to bring forth good grapes,
Did it bring forth wild grapes? ‡

5 And now, please let Me tell you what I will do to My vineyard:
^aI will take away its hedge, and it shall be burned;
And break down its wall, and it shall be trampled down. ‡