Let me sing for my well beloved a song of my beloved about his vineyard.
My beloved had a vineyard on a very fruitful hill.
He dug it up, gathered out its stones, planted it with the choicest vine, built a tower in the middle of it, and also cut out a wine press in it.
He looked for it to yield grapes, but it yielded wild grapes.
“Now, inhabitants of Jerusalem and men of Judah, please judge between me and my vineyard.