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    I will set it up for destruction—
        do no pruning, no tilling—
    And it will be overrun with nasty briars and thornbushes.
        I will even order the clouds not to water it.

See here, the vineyard of the Eternal, the Commander of heavenly armies,
    is the house of Israel, His special people.
And the shoots and buds He nursed so lovingly along
    are the people of this choice country, Judah.
He expected a paragon of justice and righteousness—
    but everywhere injustice runs bloodred in the streets, and cries echo in the city!
Oh, how bad for those who hoard property and wealth,
    buying up houses and fields, right and left,
Until there is no place left for anyone else;
    you will find yourselves very alone in the midst of this great land!

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I will make it a wasteland,(A)
    neither pruned nor cultivated,
    and briers and thorns(B) will grow there.
I will command the clouds
    not to rain(C) on it.”

The vineyard(D) of the Lord Almighty
    is the nation of Israel,
and the people of Judah
    are the vines he delighted in.
And he looked for justice,(E) but saw bloodshed;
    for righteousness,(F) but heard cries of distress.(G)

Woes and Judgments

Woe(H) to you who add house to house
    and join field to field(I)
till no space is left
    and you live alone in the land.

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