Song of the groom’s best man
1Let me sing a song for my buddy.
A song about his love for a vineyard. [1]
My buddy had a vineyard
On a lovely fertile hill.
And planted premium vines.
He protected it with a lookout tower
And chiseled himself a wine vat.
He expected tasty grapes,
But sour grapes are all he got.
3My friend appeals to the jury:
Citizens of Israel and Judah. [2]
Consider his complaint about the vineyard:
4What more could I have done for my vineyard?
I did everything I could.
I expected delicious grapes,
But I got sour grapes instead.
5So, this is what I plan to do.
I’ll take my problem to the vineyard.
I’ll tear out the thornbush hedges.
I’ll destroy every bit of that fence.
I’ll tear down the stone-block wall.
I’ll let animals trample the vines.
6I’ll let the field grow wild.
I won’t weed it. I won’t prune it.
I’ll let thorns and briars take it.
I’ll tell the clouds to keep their rain.
We’ll not need it for the vines.”
Bad harvest from Israel, Judah
7This vineyard belongs to the LORD of all.
Israel and Judah are the vineyard.
They’re the field of vines God planted.
He expected juicy grapes of justice.
He got bloody grapes of wrath.
He expected a harvest of goodness.
He harvested cries of violence.
Who build your houses bigger and bigger
And buy the land where others lived.
In the end, you’ll be alone.
Trouble ahead
9The LORD of everyone told me this:
Many mansions will be leveled.
Other homes large and lovely
Will have no one living in them.
Will produce three cases of wine. [3]
A dozen sacks of seed
Will get you half a sack of grain. [4]
11Too bad for those who wake up early
Looking for some booze,
And who spend their days chugging wine
Till they’re hammered, drunk and wasted.
12They have music at their parties.
Lyres, harps, and tambourines,
And flutes along with wine.
They don’t see what the LORD is doing.
They’re not paying attention to him.
13So, my people won’t see it coming
When they’re sent away in exile, [5]
With their leaders dying of hunger
And the masses dying of thirst.
The ground is hungry for bodies
14The grave [6] is growling in its stomach
As it opens a cavernous mouth.
In a measureless gulp it swallows Jerusalem,
The elegant, the party, the drunks.
Everyone is humbled.
Even the proud will drop their heads,
Eyes anchored to the ground.
16This is the day of justice.
It honors the LORD of all.
It shows that he’s the Holy God
Who chooses to do what’s right.
17Lambs will graze
In unplowed fields.
Fattened sheep and young goats
Pasture among the ruins.
18Too bad for sinful people
Who take sin wherever they go,
Hauled in carts of evil
Pulled with cords of lies.
19They mock the Holy One himself.
“He’ll do something?” they say.
“Then let him get it done
So we can see what he can do.”
When bad is good and sour is sweet
20Yes, it’s too bad for those of you
Who say evil is good and good is evil,
Black is white and white is black,
Sour is sweet and sweet is sour.
You think you’re clever.
22You’re famous as a wine snob,
Champion chugger of mixed drinks.
23You declare guilty people innocent
If the bribe is satisfactory.
But your judgment is a robbery
Of the rights of innocent people.
24Tongues of fire will lick up straw.
Hay will crumble in flames.
Roots in of the field will rot away.
Blossoms will flame to dust.
That’s for refusing to listen to God.
Ignoring Israel’s Holy One.
Invaders arrive in good shape
25The LORD grew angry at his people
And he punished them for what they did.
He struck them and the mountains shook,
Bodies littered streets like trash.
Yet his anger lingers.
He’s ready to strike again.
A shout to the ends of the earth.
Here they come quickly,
Right on time.
27They don’t arrive tired.
They’re not stumbling or sleepy.
Their clothes aren’t ragged,
Sandals not broken from the march.
28Their arrows are sharpened,
Bows ready to shoot.
Horses stride on hoofs of rock,
Chariots glide on whirlwind wheels.
29They charge with the roar of a lion,
A young lion’s roar.
They growl as they capture their prey.
They carry it off
And no one will get in their way.
30They will roar when it’s done,
Like the roar of the sea.
Then when anyone looks at the land left behind
They’ll see destruction, distress, and darkness
And clouds that blacken the sky.
