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Isaiah 5:1 - Tree of Life Version

1 Let me sing of my beloved, a song of my beloved, about His vineyard. My beloved had a vineyard in a very fertile hill.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

1 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:

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

1 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.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

1 Let me sing for my wellbeloved a song of my beloved touching his vineyard. My wellbeloved had a vineyard in a very fruitful hill:

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Common English Bible

1 Let me sing for my loved one a love song for his vineyard. My loved one had a vineyard on a fertile hillside.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

1 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.

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Isaiah 5:1
23 Tagairtí Cros  

A psalm of David. I will sing of lovingkindness and justice. To You, Adonai, I will sing praises.


For the music director, according to “Lilies.” Of the sons of Korah, a contemplative song, a love song.


You made Your people see hardship. You made us drink wine of staggering.


Elohei-Tzva’ot, restore us, and make Your face shine, and we will be saved.


My lover is mine, and I am his! He grazes his flocks among the lilies.


His mouth is sweetness. Yes, he is totally desirable. This is my lover! Yes, this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.


I sleep, but my heart is awake. A voice! My lover is knocking! “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with dew, my locks with dewdrops of night.”


I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies.


“Many shepherds ruined My vineyard. They trampled My property. They made My pleasant portion a desolate wilderness.


Yet I had planted you as a choice vine from completely faithful seed. How then did you become to Me a wandering wild vine?


“Son of man, how can the wood of a vine be better than the branch of any tree that is among the trees of the forest?


“Your mother was like a vine in your blood, planted by the water. It was fruitful and full of branches because of abundant water.


A luxuriant vine is Israel, who produces fruit for himself. Like the abundance of his fruit he has multiplied his altars. Like the goodness of his land, they made beautiful sacred pillars.


“Listen to another parable. There was a master of a household who planted a vineyard. He put a hedge around it, dug a winepress in it, and built a tower. Then He leased it to some tenant farmers and went on a journey.


Yeshua began to speak to them in parables: “A man planted a vineyard. He put a hedge around it, dug a pit for the winepress, and built a tower. He leased it to some tenant farmers and went on a journey.


Then He began to tell the people this parable: “A man planted a vineyard, leased it to tenant farmers, and went on a journey for a long time.


“I am the true vine, and My Father is the gardener.


So you will eat and be full, and you will bless Adonai your God for the good land He has given you.


For Adonai your God is bringing you into a good land—a land of wadis with water, of springs and fountains flowing out in the valleys and hills,


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