To the Chief Musician, Concerning the Lilies. For the sons of Korah. A Poem; a Song of the Beloved. My heart is boiling over with a good matter. I am speaking of my works to the King; my tongue is the pen of a rapid writer.
I sleep, but my heart is waking. It is the sound of my Beloved that knocks, saying, Open to Me, My sister, My love, My dove, My undefiled. For My head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.
Israel is a luxuriant vine; he bears fruit for himself. According to the plenty of his fruit he has increased the altars; as the goodness of the land they have made goodly pillars.
Hear another parable: There was a certain man, a house master, who planted a vineyard and placed a hedge around it; and he dug a winepress in it, and built a tower. And he rented it to vinedressers and went abroad Isa. 5:1, 2
And He began to speak to them in parables: “A man planted a vineyard,” and set a fence around it and dug a winevat, “and built a tower.” And he rented it to vinedressers and went abroad. Isa. 5:1, 2
And He began to speak this parable to the people: A certain man planted a vineyard and gave it out to vinedressers.,and went abroad for considerable times. Isa. 5:1, 2