Bible Verses About Parables: Of the vine

And there is a word of Jehovah unto me, saying:

`Son of man, What is the vine-tree more than any tree? The vine-branch that hath been, Among trees of the forest?

Is wood taken from it to use for work? Do they take of it a pin to hang any vessel on it?

Lo, to the fire it hath been given for fuel, Its two ends hath the fire eaten, And its midst hath been scorched! Is it profitable for work?

Lo, in its being perfect it is not used for work, How much less, when fire hath eaten of it, And it is scorched, Hath it been used yet for work?

Therefore, thus said the Lord Jehovah: As the vine-tree among trees of the forest, That I have given to the fire for fuel, So I have given the inhabitants of Jerusalem.

And I have set My face against them, From the fire they have gone forth, And the fire doth consume them, And ye have known that I am Jehovah, In My setting My face against them.

And I have made the land a desolation, Because they have committed a trespass, An affirmation of the Lord Jehovah!'

And it taketh of the seed of the land, And doth put it in a field of seed, To take by many waters, In a conspicuous place it hath set it.

And it springeth up, and becometh a spreading vine, humble of stature, To turn its thin shoots toward itself, And its roots are under it, And it becometh a vine, and maketh boughs, And sendeth forth beauteous branches.

And there is another great eagle, Great-winged, and abounding with feathers, And lo, this vine hath bent its roots toward him, And its thin shoots it hath sent out toward him, To water it from the furrows of its planting,

On a good field, by many waters, it is planted, To make branches, and to bear fruit, To be for an goodly vine.

Say: Thus said the Lord Jehovah: It prospereth--its roots doth he not draw out, And its fruit cut off, and it is withered? In all the leaves of its springing it withereth, And not by great strength, and by a numerous people, To lift it up by its roots.

And lo, the planted thing--doth it prosper? When come against it doth the east wind, Doth it not utterly wither? On the furrows of its springing it withereth.'

Thy mother is as a vine in thy blood by waters planted, Fruitful and full of boughs it hath been, Because of many waters.

And it hath strong rods for sceptres of rulers, And high is its stature above thick branches, And it appeareth in its height In the multitude of its thin shoots.

And it is plucked up in fury, To the earth it hath been cast, And the east wind hath dried up its fruit, Broken and withered hath been the rod of its strength, Fire hath consumed it.

And now--it is planted in a wilderness, In a land dry and thirsty.

And go forth doth fire from a rod of its boughs, Its fruit it hath devoured, And it hath no rod of strength--a sceptre to rule, Lamentation it is --and it is for a lamentation!'