5 Let me sing of my beloved,
    a song of my beloved, about His vineyard.
My beloved had a vineyard
    in a very fertile hill.^[a]
2 He dug it out and cleared its stones,
    planted it with a choice vine,
built a tower in the midst of it,
    and even cut out a winepress.
He expected it to yield good grapes,
    but it yielded worthless grapes.