1 Let me sing a lovesong to my beloved about his vineyard:
2 He dug it up, removed its stones,
3 Now then, you inhabitants of Jerusalem and Judah,
4 What more could have been done for my vineyard
5 Now then, let me tell you what I will do to my vineyard.
6 I will make it a wasteland.
7 The vineyard of the Lord of Armies is the nation of Israel,
8 How horrible it will be for you
9 With my own ears I heard the Lord of Armies say,
10 A ten-acre vineyard will produce only six gallons of wine,
11 How horrible it will be for those
12 At their feasts there are lyres and harps,
13 “My people will go into exile
14 That is why the grave’s appetite increases.
15 People will be brought down. Everyone will be humbled.
16 The Lord of Armies will be honored when he judges.
17 Then lambs will graze as if they were in their own pasture,
18 How horrible it will be for those
19 They say,
20 How horrible it will be for those
21 How horrible it will be for those
22 How horrible it will be for those
23 who declare the guilty innocent for a bribe,
24 As flames burn up straw
25 That’s why the anger of the Lord burns hot against his people,
26 The Lord raises up a flag for the nations far away.
27 None of them grow tired or stumble.
28 Their arrows are sharpened; all their bows are ready to shoot.
29 They roar like a lioness.
30 On that day they will roar over their prey