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1 Now will I sing to my well­beloved a song of my beloved touch­ing his vine­yard. My well­beloved hath a vine­yard in a very fruit­ful hill: 2 And he fenced it, and gath­ered out the stones there­of, and plant­ed it with the choic­est vine, and built a tow­er in the midst of it, and also made a wine­press there­in: and he looked that it should bring forth grapes, and it brought forth wild grapes. 3 And now, O in­hab­i­tants of Jerusalem, and men of Ju­dah, judge, I pray you, be­twixt me and my vine­yard. 4 What could have been done more to my vine­yard, that I have not done in it? where­fore, when I looked that it should bring forth grapes, brought it forth wild grapes? 5 And now go to; I will tell you what I will do to my vine­yard: I will take away the hedge there­of, and it shall be eat­en up; and break down the wall there­of, and it shall be trod­den down: 6 And I will lay it waste: it shall not be pruned, nor digged; but there shall come up briers and thorns: I will also com­mand the clouds that they rain no rain upon it. 7 For the vine­yard of the LORD of hosts is the house of Is­rael, and the men of Ju­dah his pleas­ant plant: and he looked for judg­ment, but be­hold op­pres­sion; for righ­teous­ness, but be­hold a cry. 8 Woe unto them that join house to house, that lay field to field, till there be no place, that they may be placed alone in the midst of the earth! 9 In mine ears said the LORD of hosts, Of a truth many hous­es shall be des­o­late, even great and fair, with­out in­hab­i­tant. 10 Yea, ten acres of vine­yard shall yield one bath, and the seed of an homer shall yield an ephah. 11 Woe unto them that rise up ear­ly in the morn­ing, that they may fol­low strong drink; that con­tin­ue un­til night, till wine in­flame them! 12 And the harp, and the vi­ol, the tabret, and pipe, and wine, are in their feasts: but they re­gard not the work of the LORD, nei­ther con­sid­er the op­er­a­tion of his hands. 13 There­fore my peo­ple are gone into cap­tiv­i­ty, be­cause they have no knowl­edge: and their hon­ourable men are fam­ished, and their mul­ti­tude dried up with thirst. 14 There­fore hell hath en­larged her­self, and opened her mouth with­out mea­sure: and their glo­ry, and their mul­ti­tude, and their pomp, and he that re­joiceth, shall de­scend into it. 15 And the mean man shall be brought down, and the mighty man shall be hum­bled, and the eyes of the lofty shall be hum­bled: 16 But the LORD of hosts shall be ex­alt­ed in judg­ment, and God that is holy shall be sanc­ti­fied in righ­teous­ness. 17 Then shall the lambs feed af­ter their man­ner, and the waste places of the fat ones shall strangers eat. 18 Woe unto them that draw in­iq­ui­ty with cords of van­i­ty, and sin as it were with a cart rope: 19 That say, Let him make speed, and has­ten his work, that we may see it: and let the coun­sel of the Holy One of Is­rael draw nigh and come, that we may know it! 20 Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put dark­ness for light, and light for dark­ness; that put bit­ter for sweet, and sweet for bit­ter! 21 Woe unto them that are wise in their own eyes, and pru­dent in their own sight! 22 Woe unto them that are mighty to drink wine, and men of strength to min­gle strong drink: 23 Which jus­ti­fy the wicked for re­ward, and take away the righ­teous­ness of the righ­teous from him! 24 There­fore as the fire de­voureth the stub­ble, and the flame con­sumeth the chaff, so their root shall be as rot­ten­ness, and their blos­som shall go up as dust: be­cause they have cast away the law of the LORD of hosts, and de­spised the word of the Holy One of Is­rael. 25 There­fore is the anger of the LORD kin­dled against his peo­ple, and he hath stretched forth his hand against them, and hath smit­ten them: and the hills did trem­ble, and their car­cas­es were torn in the midst of the streets. For all this his anger is not turned away, but his hand is stretched out still. 26 And he will lift up an en­sign to the na­tions from far, and will hiss unto them from the end of the earth: and, be­hold, they shall come with speed swift­ly: 27 None shall be weary nor stum­ble among them; none shall slum­ber nor sleep; nei­ther shall the gir­dle of their loins be loosed, nor the latch­et of their shoes be bro­ken: 28 Whose ar­rows are sharp, and all their bows bent, their hors­es' hoofs shall be count­ed like flint, and their wheels like a whirl­wind: 29 Their roar­ing shall be like a li­on, they shall roar like young li­ons: yea, they shall roar, and lay hold of the prey, and shall car­ry it away safe, and none shall de­liv­er it. 30 And in that day they shall roar against them like the roar­ing of the sea: and if one look unto the land, be­hold dark­ness and sor­row, and the light is dark­ened in the heav­ens there­of.