Listen while I sing you this song, 1 a song of my friend and his vineyard: My friend had a vineyard on a very fertile hill.
He dug the soil and cleared it of stones; he planted the finest vines. He built a tower to guard them, dug a pit for treading the grapes. He waited for the grapes to ripen, but every grape was sour.
So now my friend says, "You people who live in Jerusalem and Judah, judge between my vineyard and me.
Is there anything I failed to do for it? Then why did it produce sour grapes and not the good grapes I expected?
"Here is what I am going to do to my vineyard: I will take away the hedge around it, break down the wall that protects it, and let wild animals eat it and trample it down.
I will let it be overgrown with weeds. I will not trim the vines or hoe the ground; instead, I will let briers and thorns cover it. I will even forbid the clouds to let rain fall on it."
Israel is the vineyard of the Lord Almighty; the people of Judah are the vines he planted. He expected them to do what was good, but instead they committed murder. He expected them to do what was right, but their victims cried out for justice.