God

What--to do still to my vineyard, That I have not done in it! Wherefore, I waited to the yielding of grapes, And it yieldeth bad ones!

And now, pray, let me cause you to know, That which I am doing to my vineyard, To turn aside its hedge, And it hath been for consumption, To break down its wall, And it hath been for a treading-place.

And I make it a waste, It is not pruned, nor arranged, And gone up have brier and thorn, And on the thick clouds I lay a charge, From raining upon it rain.

Because the vineyard of Jehovah of Hosts Is the house of Israel, And the man of Judah His pleasant plant, And He waiteth for judgment, and lo, oppression, For righteousness, and lo, a cry.

By the weapons of Jehovah of Hosts Do not many houses a desolation become? Great and good without inhabitant!

And harp, and psaltery, tabret, and pipe, And wine, have been their banquets, And the work of Jehovah they behold not, Yea, the work of His hands they have not seen.

Therefore my people removed without knowledge, And its honourable ones are famished, And its multitude dried up of thirst.

And Jehovah of Hosts is high in judgment, And the Holy God sanctified in righteousness,

Who are saying, `Let Him hurry, Let Him hasten His work, that we may see, And let the counsel of the Holy One of Israel Draw near and come, and we know.'

Therefore, as a tongue of fire devoureth stubble, And flaming hay falleth, Their root is as muck, And their flower as dust goeth up. Because they have rejected the law of Jehovah of Hosts, And the saying of the Holy One of Israel despised.

Therefore hath the anger of Jehovah burned among His people, And He stretcheth out His hand against it, And smiteth it, and the mountains tremble, And their carcase is as filth in the midst of the out-places. With all this His anger did not turn back, And still His hand is stretched out!

And He lifted up an ensign to nations afar off, And hissed to it from the end of the earth, And lo, with haste, swift it cometh.

In the year of the death of king Uzziah--I see the Lord, sitting on a throne, high and lifted up, and His train is filling the temple.

And this one hath called unto that, and hath said: `Holy, Holy, Holy, is Jehovah of Hosts, The fulness of all the earth is His glory.'

And I say, `Woe to me, for I have been silent, For a man--unclean of lips am I, And in midst of a people unclean of lips I am dwelling, Because the King, Jehovah of Hosts, have my eyes seen.'

And I hear the voice of the Lord, saying: `Whom do I send? and who doth go for Us?' And I say, `Here am I, send me.'

And He saith, `Go, and thou hast said to this people, Hear ye--to hear, and ye do not understand, And see ye--to see, and ye do not know.

And I say, `Till when, O Lord?' And He saith, `Surely till cities have been wasted without inhabitant, And houses without man, And the ground be wasted--a desolation,

And Jehovah hath put man far off, And great is the forsaken part in the heart of the land.

And Jehovah saith unto Isaiah, `Go forth, I pray thee, to meet Ahaz, thou, and Shear-Jashub thy son, unto the end of the conduit of the upper pool, unto the highway of the fuller's field,

Thus said the Lord Jehovah: It doth not stand, nor shall it be!

And Jehovah addeth to speak unto Ahaz, saying:

`Ask for thee a sign from Jehovah thy God, Make deep the request, or make it high upwards.'

And Ahaz saith, `I do not ask nor try Jehovah.'

And he saith, `Hear, I pray you, O house of David, Is it a little thing for you to weary men, That ye weary also my God?