Poetic-paraphrase - Isaiah 5:1-2

Come let me sing; let me sing a sad song
to the one whom I love, of his quandary.
On a choice fertile hill with soil black as coal
He measured and staked a fair boundary.

He cleared all the stones and tilled perfect rows
to nurture His choicest of vines.
Then deep in the middle he built a strong tower
and placed a sound press for His wines.

The sun and rain nourished the vines,
but the wind blew in pollen defiled.
The clusters emerged, the fruit took their color
but the grapes were not good but sore wild.

 

Isaiah 5:1-2

Now let me sing to my Well-beloved ; A song of my Beloved regarding His vineyard:

My Well-beloved has a vineyard On a very fruitful hill.
He dug it up and cleared out its stones, And planted it with the choicest vine.
He built a tower in its midst, And also made a winepress in it;
So He expected it to bring forth good grapes, But it brought forth wild grapes.