Let me singאָשִׁירָהnowנָּאfor my dear oneלִידִידִיthe songשִׁירַתof my belovedדּוֹדִיabout his vineyard:לְכַרְמוֹMy dear oneלִידִידִיhadהָיָהa vineyardכֶּרֶםon a fertileבֶּן שָׁמֶןhill.בְּקֶרֶן
He dug itוַיְעַזְּקֵהוּand cleared it of stones,וַיְסַקְּלֵהוּand planted itוַיִּטָּעֵהוּwith choice vines;שֹׂרֵקhe builtוַיִּבֶןa towerמִגְדָּלin its midstבְּתוֹכוֹand alsoוְגַםhewed outחָצֵבa winepressיֶקֶבin it;בּוֹand he waitedוַיְקַוfor it to produceלַעֲשׂוֹתgrapes,עֲנָבִיםbut it producedוַיַּעַשׂsour grapes.בְּאֻשִׁים
And now,וְעַתָּהinhabitantיוֹשֵׁבof Jerusalemיְרוּשָׁלִַםand manוְאִישׁof Judah,יְהוּדָהjudge,שִׁפְטוּplease,נָאbetween meבֵּינִיand my vineyard.וּבֵין כַּרְמִי
Whatמַהmoreעוֹדwas there to doלַּעֲשׂוֹתfor my vineyardלְכַרְמִיthatוְI have notלֹאdoneעָשִׂיתִיin it?בּוֹWhy,מַדּוּעַwhen I waitedקִוֵּיתִיfor it to produceלַעֲשׂוֹתgrapes,עֲנָבִיםdid it produceוַיַּעַשׂsour grapes?בְּאֻשִׁים
And nowוְעַתָּהlet me tellאוֹדִיעָה נָּאyouאֶתְכֶםwhatאֲשֶׁרIאֲנִיam doingעֹשֶׂהto my vineyard:לְכַרְמִיremovingהָסֵרits hedge,מְשׂוּכָּתוֹand it will beוְהָיָהfor consuming;לְבָעֵרbreaking downפָּרֹץits wall,גְּדֵרוֹand it will beוְהָיָהfor trampling.לְמִרְמָס
And I will make itוַאֲשִׁיתֵהוּa waste;בָתָהit will notלֹאbe prunedיִזָּמֵרorוְלֹאhoed,יֵעָדֵרand briersשָׁמִירand thornsוָשָׁיִתwill come up;וְעָלָהand the cloudsוְעַל הֶעָבִיםI will commandאֲצַוֶּהnot to rainמֵהַמְטִירrainמָטָרon it.עָלָיו
Forכִּיthe vineyardכֶרֶםof YHWHיְהוָהTsevaotצְבָאוֹתis the houseבֵּיתof Israel,יִשְׂרָאֵלand the menוְאִישׁof Judahיְהוּדָהare the plantingנְטַעof his delight;שַׁעֲשׁוּעָיוand he waitedוַיְקַוfor justice,לְמִשְׁפָּטbut look,וְהִנֵּהbloodshed;מִשְׂפָּחfor righteousness,לִצְדָקָהbut look,וְהִנֵּהan outcry.צְעָקָה
Woeהוֹיto those who joinמַגִּיעֵיhouseבַיִתto house,בְּבַיִתfieldשָׂדֶהto fieldבְשָׂדֶהthey bring near,יַקְרִיבוּuntilעַדthere is noאֶפֶסroom,מָקוֹםand you are made to dwellוְהוּשַׁבְתֶּםaloneלְבַדְּכֶםin the midstבְּקֶרֶבof the land!הָאָרֶץ
In my earsבְּאָזְנָיsaid YHWHיְהוָהTsevaot:צְבָאוֹתSurelyאִם לֹאmanyרַבִּיםhousesבָּתִּיםwill becomeיִהְיוּa desolation,לְשַׁמָּהgreatגְּדֹלִיםand fine,וְטוֹבִיםwithoutמֵאֵיןinhabitant.יוֹשֵׁב
Forכִּיtenעֲשֶׂרֶתacresצִמְדֵּיof vineyardכֶרֶםwill yieldיַעֲשׂוּoneאֶחָתbath,בַּתand a homerחֹמֶרof seedוְזֶרַעwill yieldיַעֲשֶׂהan ephah.אֵיפָה
Woeהוֹיto those who rise earlyמַשְׁכִּימֵיin the morningבַבֹּקֶרto run afterיִרְדֹּפוּintoxicating drink,שֵׁכָרwho lingerמְאַחֲרֵיinto the twilightבַנֶּשֶׁףwhile wineיַיִןinflames them!יַדְלִיקֵם
And there areוְהָיָהlyreכִנּוֹרand harp,וָנֶבֶלtambourineתֹּףand flute,וְחָלִילand wineוָיַיִןat their feasts;מִשְׁתֵּיהֶםbut the deedsוְ פֹּעַלof YHWHיְהוָהthey do notלֹאregard,יַבִּיטוּand the workוּמַעֲשֵׂהof his handsיָדָיוthey do notלֹאsee.רָאוּ
Thereforeלָכֵןmy peopleעַמִּיgo into exileגָּלָהfor lackמִבְּלִיof knowledge;דָעַתand its gloryוּכְבוֹדוֹare menמְתֵיof hunger,רָעָבand its multitudeוַהֲמוֹנוֹparchedצִחֵהwith thirst.צָמָא
ThereforeלָכֵןSheolשְּׁאוֹלhas widenedהִרְחִיבָהits throatנַפְשָׁהּand openedוּפָעֲרָהits mouthפִיהָwithoutלִבְלִיlimit;חֹקand down goוְיָרַדher majestyהֲדָרָהּand her multitudeוַהֲמוֹנָהּand her uproarוּשְׁאוֹנָהּand whoever exultsוְעָלֵזin her.בָּהּ
And human beingsאָדָםare bowed down,וַיִּשַּׁחand manאִישׁis brought low,וַיִּשְׁפַּלand the eyesוְעֵינֵיof the haughtyגְבֹהִיםare brought low.תִּשְׁפַּלְנָה
But YHWHוַ יְהוָהTsevaotצְבָאוֹתwill be exaltedיִּגְבַּהin judgment,בַּמִּשְׁפָּטand theוְהָholyהַקָּדוֹשׁElאֵלshows himself holyנִקְדָּשׁin righteousness.בִּצְדָקָה
And lambsכְבָשִׂיםwill grazeוְרָעוּas in their pasture,כְּדָבְרָםand the ruinsוְחָרְבוֹתof the fat onesמֵחִיםresident aliensגָּרִיםwill eat.יֹאכֵלוּ
Woeהוֹיto those who dragמֹשְׁכֵיiniquityהֶעָוֺןwith cordsבְּחַבְלֵיof falsehood,הַשָּׁוְאand as with ropesוְכַעֲבוֹתof a cart,הָעֲגָלָהsin;חַטָּאָה
who say,הָאֹמְרִים“Let him hurry,יְמַהֵרlet him hastenיָחִישָׁהhis work,מַעֲשֵׂהוּso thatלְמַעַןwe may see it;נִרְאֶהand let it draw nearוְתִקְרַבand come,וְתָבוֹאָהthe planעֲצַתof the Holy Oneקְדוֹשׁof Israel,יִשְׂרָאֵלand we will know it.”וְנֵדָעָה
Woeהוֹיto those who callהָאֹמְרִיםevilלָרַעgoodטוֹבand goodוְלַטּוֹבevil,רָעwho putשָׂמִיםdarknessחֹשֶׁךְfor lightלְאוֹרand lightוְאוֹרfor darkness,לְחֹשֶׁךְwho putשָׂמִיםbitterמַרfor sweetלְמָתוֹקand sweetוּמָתוֹקfor bitter!לְמָר
Woeהוֹיto those wiseחֲכָמִיםin their own eyesבְּעֵינֵיהֶםand discerningוְ נְבֹנִיםin their own sight!נֶגֶד פְּנֵיהֶם
Woeהוֹיto those mightyגִּבּוֹרִיםat drinkingלִשְׁתּוֹתwine,יָיִןand menוְאַנְשֵׁיof vigorחַיִלat mixingלִמְסֹךְintoxicating drink,שֵׁכָר
who declare righteousמַצְדִּיקֵיthe wickedרָשָׁעforעֵקֶבa bribe,שֹׁחַדand the righteousnessוְצִדְקַתof the righteousצַדִּיקִיםthey take awayיָסִירוּfrom him!מִמֶּנּוּ
Therefore,לָכֵןasכֶּa tongueלְשׁוֹןof fireאֵשׁdevoursאֱכֹלstubble,קַשׁand dry grassוַחֲשַׁשׁsinks downיִרְפֶּהin the flame,לֶהָבָהtheir rootשָׁרְשָׁםwill beיִהְיֶהlike rot,כַּמָּקand their blossomוּפִרְחָםwill go upיַעֲלֶהlike dust;כָּאָבָקforכִּיthey have rejectedמָאֲסוּthe instructionתּוֹרַתof YHWHיְהוָהTsevaotצְבָאוֹתand spurnedוְ נִאֵצוּthe sayingאִמְרַתof the Holy Oneקְדוֹשׁof Israel.יִשְׂרָאֵל
Thereforeעַל כֵּןthe angerאַףof YHWHיְהוָהburnedחָרָהagainst his people,בְּעַמּוֹand he stretched outוַיֵּטhis handיָדוֹagainst themעָלָיוand struck them,וַיַּכֵּהוּand the mountainsהֶהָרִיםquaked,וַיִּרְגְּזוּand their corpsesוַ נִבְלָתָםwereתְּהִיlike refuseכַּסּוּחָהin the midstבְּקֶרֶבof the streets.חוּצוֹתFor allבְּכָלthisזֹאתhis angerאַפּוֹhas notלֹאturned back,שָׁבand his handיָדוֹis stillוְעוֹדstretched out.נְטוּיָה
And he will raiseוְנָשָׂאa bannerנֵסfor the nationsלַגּוֹיִםfrom afar,מֵרָחוֹקand whistleוְשָׁרַקfor itלוֹfrom the endמִקְצֵהof the earth;הָאָרֶץand look,וְהִנֵּהswiftly,מְהֵרָהspeedilyקַלit comes.יָבוֹא
Noneאֵיןis wearyעָיֵףand noneוְאֵיןstumblesכּוֹשֵׁלin it;בּוֹnoneלֹאslumbersיָנוּםorוְלֹאsleeps;יִישָׁןthe beltאֵזוֹרof its hipsחֲלָצָיוis notוְלֹאloosened,נִפְתַּחnorוְלֹאis the strapשְׂרוֹךְof its sandalsנְעָלָיוbroken.נִתַּק
Whose arrowsאֲשֶׁר חִצָּיוare sharp,שְׁנוּנִיםand allוְכָלits bowsקַשְּׁתֹתָיוbent;דְּרֻכוֹתthe hoovesפַּרְסוֹתof its horsesסוּסָיוare countedנֶחְשָׁבוּlike flint,כַּצַּרand its wheelsוְגַלְגִּלָּיוlike the whirlwind.כַּסּוּפָה
Its roarשְׁאָגָה לוֹis like a lioness;כַּלָּבִיאit roarsיִשְׁאַגlike young lions;כַּכְּפִירִיםit growlsוְיִנְהֹםand seizesוְיֹאחֵזpreyטֶרֶףand carries it off to safety,וְיַפְלִיטand there is noוְאֵיןone to rescue.מַצִּיל
And it will growlוְיִנְהֹםover itעָלָיוon that dayבַּיּוֹם הַהוּאlike the growlingכְּנַהֲמַתof the sea;יָםand one will lookוְנִבַּטto the land,לָאָרֶץand look,וְהִנֵּהdarknessחֹשֶׁךְand distress,צַרand the lightוָאוֹרis darkenedחָשַׁךְby its clouds.בַּעֲרִיפֶיהָ