TSK · Isaiah 5:1

For Yahweh your God brings you into a good land, a land of brooks of water, of springs, and underground water flowing into valleys and hills;

"Now therefore write this song for yourselves, and teach it to the children of Israel: put it in their mouths, that this song may be a witness for me against the children of Israel.

My heart overflows with a noble theme. I recite my verses for the king. My tongue is like the pen of a skillful writer.

I will sing of loving kindness and justice. To you, Yahweh, I will sing praises.

I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night."

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

In that day, sing to her, "A pleasant vineyard!

Your mother was like a vine, in your blood, planted by the waters: it was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters.

He began to speak to them in parables. "A man planted a vineyard, put a hedge around it, dug a pit for the winepress, built a tower, rented it out to a farmer, and went into another country.

"I am the true vine, and my Father is the farmer.