1Let me sing for my well beloved a song of my beloved about his vineyard. My beloved had a vineyard on a very fruitful hill.¶ 2He dug it up, 3"Now, inhabitants of Jerusalem and men of Judah, 4What could have been done more to my vineyard, that I have not done in it? 5Now I will tell you what I will do to my vineyard. 6I will lay it a wasteland. 7For the vineyard of the LORD of hosts is the house of Israel, 8Woe to those who join house to house, 9In my ears, the LORD of hosts says: "Surely many houses will be desolate, 10For ten acres of vineyard shall yield one bath, 11Woe to those who rise up early in the morning, that they may follow strong drink; 12The harp, lyre, tambourine, and flute, with wine, are at their feasts; 13Therefore my people go into captivity for lack of knowledge. 14Therefore Sheol has enlarged its desire, 15So man is brought low, 16but the LORD of hosts is exalted in justice, 17Then the lambs will graze as in their pasture, 18Woe to those who draw iniquity with cords of falsehood, 19Who say, "Let him make speed, let him hasten his work, that we may see it; 20Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil; 21Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes, 22Woe to those who are mighty to drink wine, 23who acquit the guilty for a bribe, 24Therefore as the tongue of fire devours the stubble, 25Therefore the LORD's anger burns against his people, 26He will lift up a banner to the nations from far, 27None shall be weary nor stumble among them; 28whose arrows are sharp, 29Their roaring will be like a lioness. 30They will roar against them in that day like the roaring of the sea.