Isaiah 5:1 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021 I will sing for my beloved my love song concerning his vineyard: My beloved had a vineyard on a very fertile hill. More versionsKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 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: Amplified Bible - Classic Edition LET ME [as God's representative] sing of and for my greatly Beloved [God, the Son] a tender song of my Beloved concerning His vineyard [His chosen people]. My greatly Beloved had a vineyard on a very fruitful hill. [S. of Sol. 6:3; Matt. 21:33-40.] American Standard Version (1901) Let me sing for my wellbeloved a song of my beloved touching his vineyard. My wellbeloved had a vineyard in a very fruitful hill: Common English Bible Let me sing for my loved one a love song for his vineyard. My loved one had a vineyard on a fertile hillside. Catholic Public Domain Version I will sing to my beloved the canticle of my paternal cousin, about his vineyard. A vineyard was made for my beloved, at the horn in the son of oil. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version I WILL sing to my beloved the canticle of my cousin concerning his vineyard. My beloved had a vineyard on a hill in a fruitful place. |
My heart overflows with a goodly theme; I address my verses to the king; my tongue is like the pen of a ready scribe.
Give victory with your right hand and answer us, so that those whom you love may be rescued.
You brought a vine out of Egypt; you drove out the nations and planted it.
My beloved is mine, and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
His speech is most sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
I was sleeping, but my heart was awake. The sound of my beloved knocking! “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one, for my head is wet with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.”
I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
Many shepherds have destroyed my vineyard; they have trampled down my portion; they have made my pleasant portion a desolate wilderness.
Yet I planted you as a choice vine from the purest stock. How then did you turn degenerate and become a wild vine?
O mortal, how does the wood of the vine surpass all other wood, the vine branch that is among the trees of the forest?
Your mother was like a vine in a vineyard transplanted by the water, fruitful and full of branches from abundant water.
Israel is a luxuriant vine that yields its fruit. The more his fruit increased, the more altars he built; as his country improved, he improved his pillars.
“Listen 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 tenants and went away.
Then he began to speak to them in parables. “A man planted a vineyard, put a fence around it, dug a pit for the winepress, and built a watchtower; then he leased it to tenants and went away.
He began to tell the people this parable: “A man planted a vineyard and leased it to tenants and went away for a long time.
You shall eat your fill and bless the Lord your God for the good land that he has given you.
For the Lord your God is bringing you into a good land, a land with flowing streams, with springs and underground waters welling up in valleys and hills,