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Isaiah 5
Parable Of The Vineyard
A song of my beloved concerning His vineyard.
My well-beloved had a vineyard on a fertile hill.
And planted it with the choicest vine.
And He built a tower in the middle of it
And also hewed out a wine vat in it;
Then He expected it to produce good grapes,
But it produced only worthless ones.
Judge between Me and My vineyard.
Why, when I expected it to produce good grapes did it produce worthless ones?
I will remove its hedge and it will be consumed;
I will break down its wall and it will become trampled ground.
It will not be pruned or hoed,
But briars and thorns will come up.
I will also charge the clouds to rain no rain on it.”
And the men of Judah His delightful plant.
Thus He looked for justice, but behold, bloodshed;
For righteousness, but behold, a cry of distress.
Until there is no more room,
So that you have to live alone in the midst of the land!
Even great and fine ones, without occupants.
And a homer of seed will yield but an ephah of grain.”
Who stay up late in the evening that wine may inflame them!
But they do not pay attention to the deeds of the LORD,
Nor do they consider the work of His hands.
And their honorable men are famished,
And their multitude is parched with thirst.
And Jerusalem’s splendor, her multitude, her din of revelry and the jubilant within her, descend into it.
The eyes of the proud also will be abased.
And the holy God will show Himself holy in righteousness.
And strangers will eat in the waste places of the wealthy.
And sin as if with cart ropes;
And let the purpose of the Holy One of Israel draw near
And come to pass, that we may know it!”
Who substitute darkness for light and light for darkness;
Who substitute bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!
And clever in their own sight!
And valiant men in mixing strong drink,
And take away the rights of the ones who are in the right!
And dry grass collapses into the flame,
So their root will become like rot and their blossom blow away as dust;
For they have rejected the law of the LORD of hosts
And despised the word of the Holy One of Israel.
And He has stretched out His hand against them and struck them down.
And the mountains quaked, and their corpses lay like refuse in the middle of the streets.
For all this His anger is not spent,
But His hand is still stretched out.
And will whistle for it from the ends of the earth;
And behold, it will come with speed swiftly.
None slumbers or sleeps;
Nor is the belt at its waist undone,
Nor its sandal strap broken.
The hoofs of its horses seem like flint and its chariot wheels like a whirlwind.
It growls as it seizes the prey
And carries it off with no one to deliver it.
If one looks to the land, behold, there is darkness and distress;
Even the light is darkened by its clouds.