The first Song of Esay (Esa. 5)

A Song of him, whom I loue best,
And of his Vineyard, sing I will.
A Vineyard, once my Loue possest,
Well-seated on a fruitfull hill:
He kept it close-immured still:
The earth, from stones he did refine;
And set it with the choisest vine.

He in the midst a Fort did reare;
I win-presse therein also wrought:
But, when he lookt it Grapes should beare,
Those Grapes were wilde-ones that it brought.
Ierusalem, come speake thy thought;
And you of Iudah Iudges be,
Betwixt my vineyard here, and me.

Vnto my Uineyard what could more
Performed be, then I haue done?
Yet, looking it should Grapes haue bore,
Saue wilde-ones, it afforded none:
But goe to, (let it now alone)
Resolu'd I am to shew you too,
What with my vineyard I will doe .

The Hedge I will remooue from thence,
That what so will, deuoure it may:
I do one will breake the Walled-fence,
And through it make a troden way.
Yea, all of it I wast will lay.
To digge or dresse it, none shall care:
But, thornes and bryers it shall beare.

The Clouds I also will compell,
That there no raine descend for this.
For loe, the house of Israel
The Lord of Armies Vineyard is:
And, Iudah is that Plant of his;
That Pleasant one, who forth hath brought
Oppression, when he Iudgement sought.
He, seeking Iustice; found therein,
In lieu thereof, a Crying-sinne.