Isaiah 5:1
Let me sing now for my beloved a song of my beloved about his vineyard: My beloved had a vineyard on a fertile hill.
Let me sing now for my beloved a song of my beloved about his vineyard: My beloved had a vineyard on a fertile hill.
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:
Now I will sing to my beloved a song of my beloved concerning his vineyard. My beloved has a vineyard on a very fruitful hill:
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:
Let me sing for my wellbeloved a song of my beloved touching his vineyard. My wellbeloved had a vineyard in a very fruitful hill:
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:
Now well than, I will synge my beloued frende a songe of his vynyearde. My beloued frende hath a vyneyearde in a very frutefull plenteous grounde.
Nowe will I sing to my beloued a song of my beloued to his vineyarde, My beloued had a vineyarde in a very fruitefull hill,
Nowe wyll I syng my beloued friende, a song of my friende touching his vineyard: My beloued friende hath a vineyarde in a very fruiteful plenteous grounde.
¶ 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:
Let me sing for my well beloved a song of my beloved about his vineyard. My beloved had a vineyard on a very fruitful hill.
Let me sing, I pray you, for my beloved, A song of my beloved as to his vineyard: My beloved hath a vineyard in a fruitful hill,
Let me sing for my wellbeloved a song of my beloved touching his vineyard. My wellbeloved had a vineyard in a very fruitful hill:
Let me sing for my wellbeloved a song of my beloved touching his vineyard. My wellbeloved had a vineyard in a very fruitful hill:
Let me make a song about my loved one, a song of love for his vine-garden. My loved one had a vine-garden on a fertile hill:
Let me sing for my well beloved a song of my beloved about his vineyard. My beloved had a vineyard on a very fruitful hill.
A Love Song Gone Sour I will sing to my love– a song to my lover about his vineyard. My love had a vineyard on a fertile hill.
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2He dug it and cleared it of stones and planted it with the choicest vines. He built a tower in its center and also carved out a winepress in it. He hoped it would produce good grapes, but it yielded only wild ones.
3Now then, you inhabitants of Jerusalem and people of Judah, judge between me and my vineyard.
4What more could I have done for my vineyard than I have already done? Why, when I expected it to produce good grapes, did it yield only wild ones?
5Now let me tell you what I am about to do to my vineyard: I will remove its hedge, and it will be destroyed; I will break down its wall, and it will be trampled.
6I will make it a wasteland; it will neither be pruned nor hoed, and briers and thorns will grow there. I will also command the clouds not to rain on it.
7For the vineyard of the Lord of Hosts is the house of Israel, and the people of Judah are the planting of His delight. He expected justice but saw bloodshed; He expected righteousness but heard cries of distress.
10Your mouth is like the finest wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who are asleep.
11I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
12Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields; let us lodge in the villages.
1I have entered my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spices. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, friends, and drink; be intoxicated with love.
2I was sleeping, but my heart was awake. I heard the sound of my beloved knocking: "Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect one, for my head is drenched with dew and my hair with the dampness of the night."
13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
12My vineyard, which belongs to me, is before me. The thousand pieces of silver are for you, Solomon, and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit.
13You who dwell in the gardens, your companions are listening to your voice; let me hear it.
2On that day, sing of a delightful vineyard!
1I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener.
15God of Hosts, return! Look down from heaven and see; take care of this vine.
1He began to speak to them in parables. A man planted a vineyard, built a fence around it, dug a pit for the winepress, and constructed a tower. Then he leased it to farmers and went on a journey.
2At the appointed time, he sent a servant to the farmers to collect from them some of the fruit of the vineyard.
5For before the harvest, when the blossom is gone and the flower becomes a ripening grape, the branches will be cut with pruning knives, and the spreading branches will be removed and discarded.
5Then it took some of the seed of the land and planted it in fertile soil, placing it by abundant waters like a willow.
6The plant sprouted and became a low, spreading vine, with its branches facing the eagle and its roots growing beneath it. So it became a vine, produced branches, and sent out leaves.
7But there was another great eagle with powerful wings and abundant feathers. And behold, the vine bent its roots toward it and stretched its branches toward the eagle to be watered from the surrounding garden.
8It was planted in fertile soil by abundant waters to produce branches, bear fruit, and become a splendid vine.
5You will plant vineyards again on the hills of Samaria; the planters will plant them and enjoy their fruit.
13The fig tree ripens its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
3Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
15Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that ruin the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom.
16My beloved is mine and I am his; he grazes among the lilies.
15You are a spring of gardens, a well of fresh water, flowing streams from Lebanon.
16Awaken, north wind, and come, south wind! Breathe on my garden so that its spices may flow. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.
10My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.'
2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies.
13Then the owner of the vineyard said, 'What should I do? I will send my beloved son. Perhaps they will respect him.'
17In all the vineyards there will be wailing, for I will pass through your midst—this is what the Lord has declared.
9Then he began to tell the people this parable: 'A man planted a vineyard, leased it to some farmers, and went away for a long time.
10And on the vine were three branches. As soon as it budded, its blossoms came out, and its clusters ripened into grapes.
12A locked garden is my sister, my bride—an enclosed spring, a sealed fountain.
7It has laid waste my vine and ruined my fig tree. It has stripped off their bark and thrown it away; their branches are made white.
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.
13But the vine answered them, 'Should I stop producing my wine that cheers both God and humans, in order to sway over the trees?'
7Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest your sheep at midday. Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your companions?
33Listen to another parable. There was a landowner who planted a vineyard, put a fence around it, dug a winepress in it, and built a watchtower. Then he leased it to tenant farmers and went away.
21I planted you as a choice vine, from the very best seed. How then have you turned into wild, degenerate branches of a foreign vine for me?
8Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.
10Many shepherds have ruined my vineyard; they have trampled my portion underfoot. They have turned my pleasant field into a desolate wasteland.
8The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
10Joy and gladness are taken away from the fertile fields. In the vineyards, no songs are sung, no cheers are heard. No one treads out wine in the presses—the cheerful shouting has stopped.