Now come, I will tell you what I will do to my vineyard: I will remove its hedge, and [its grapes] will be eaten up; I will break through its fence, and [its vines] will be trampled down.
I will let it go to waste: it will be neither pruned nor hoed, but overgrown with briars and thorns. I will also order the clouds not to let rain fall on it.
Now the vineyard of ADONAI-Tzva'ot is the house of Isra'el, and the men of Y'hudah are the plant he delighted in. So he expected justice, but look - bloodshed! - and righteousness, but listen - cries of distress!
Woe to those who add house to house and join field to field, until there's no room for anyone else, and you live in splendor alone on your land.
ADONAI-Tzva'ot said in my ears, "Many houses will be brought to ruin, large, magnificent ones left empty;
for a ten-acre vineyard will produce only five gallons of wine, and seed from five bushels of grain will yield but half a bushel."
Woe to those who get up early to pursue intoxicating liquor; who stay up late at night, until wine inflames them.
They have lutes and lyres, drums and flutes, and wine at their parties; but they pay no attention to how ADONAI works and never look at what his hands have made.
For such lack of knowledge my people go into exile; this is also why their respected men starve and their masses are parched from thirst.
Therefore Sh'ol has enlarged itself and opened its limitless jaws - and down go their nobles and masses, along with their noise and revels.
The masses are lowered, the nobles are humbled - proud looks will be brought down.