¹⁷ You brought them in and planted them on the mountain of your own possession,
    the place, O Lord, that you made your abode,
    the sanctuary, O Lord, that your hands have established.^(A)

² you with your own hand drove out the nations,
    but them you planted;
you afflicted the peoples,
    but them you set free;^(A)

⁶⁸ but he chose the tribe of Judah,
    Mount Zion, which he loves.^(A)
69 He built his sanctuary like the high heavens,
    like the earth, which he has founded forever.^(B)

²¹ Yet I planted you as a choice vine
    from the purest stock.
How then did you turn degenerate
    and become a wild vine?^(A)

5 I will sing for my beloved
    my love song concerning his vineyard:
My beloved had a vineyard
    on a very fertile hill.^(A)
2 He dug it and cleared it of stones
    and planted it with choice vines;
he built a watchtower in the midst of it
    and hewed out a wine vat in it;
he expected it to yield grapes,
    but it yielded rotten grapes.^(B)