1  Let me sing for my beloved

my love song concerning his vineyard:

My beloved had ^va vineyard

on a very fertile hill.

2  He dug it and cleared it of stones,

and planted it with ^wchoice vines;

he built a watchtower in the midst of it,

and hewed out a wine vat in it;

and ^xhe looked for it to yield grapes,

but it yielded wild grapes.

7  It has laid waste my vine

and splintered my ^mfig tree;

it has stripped off their bark and thrown it down;

their branches are made white.