Now I will tell y’all what I am going to do to my vineyard. I will remove its hedge, and it will be eaten up. I will break down its wall, and it will be trampled down.
The seed sown among the thorns is the one who hears the word, but the cares of this age and the deceitfulness of riches choke the word, making it unfruitful.
I will lay it a wasteland. It won’t be pruned or hoed, but it will grow briers and thorns. I will also command the clouds that they rain no rain on it.”