Now I will sing for the one I love a song about his vineyard: My beloved had a vineyard on a rich and fertile hill.

我要为我所亲爱的唱歌，是我所爱者的歌，论他葡萄园的事：我所亲爱的有葡萄园在肥美的山冈上。

我要为我亲爱的唱歌，我所爱的、他的葡萄园之歌。我亲爱的有葡萄园在肥沃的山冈上。

我要为我亲爱的唱歌，我所爱的、他的葡萄园之歌。我亲爱的有葡萄园在肥沃的山冈上。

我要为我所爱的歌唱，唱一首有关他葡萄园的歌：我所爱的在肥美的山冈上有一个葡萄园。

我要为我所爱的唱歌，这歌是关于他的葡萄园：我所爱的人有一个葡萄园，在肥美的山冈上。

我要为我所爱的人唱歌——一首我爱人的歌，有关他葡萄园的歌。我所爱的人有一个葡萄园，在肥沃的山冈上。

我要為我所親愛的唱歌，是我所愛者的歌，論他葡萄園的事：我所親愛的有葡萄園在肥美的山岡上。

我要為我親愛的唱歌，我所愛的、他的葡萄園之歌。我親愛的有葡萄園在肥沃的山岡上。

我要為我親愛的唱歌，我所愛的、他的葡萄園之歌。我親愛的有葡萄園在肥沃的山岡上。

我要為我所愛的歌唱，唱一首有關他葡萄園的歌：我所愛的在肥美的山岡上有一個葡萄園。

我要為我所愛的唱歌，這歌是關於他的葡萄園：我所愛的人有一個葡萄園，在肥美的山岡上。

讓我來歌唱我所愛的人，來唱一首愛歌論到他的葡萄園：我所愛的人有葡萄園在肥美的山岡上。

我要為我所愛的人唱歌——一首我愛人的歌，有關他葡萄園的歌。我所愛的人有一個葡萄園，在肥沃的山岡上。

我為良友而歌、論其葡萄園曰、良友有園、在彼山岡、其地膏腴、

良友有園、栽植葡萄、因作歌以賦其事、歌曰、良友有園、栽植葡萄、在彼山岡、其地膏腴、

我為良友作歌、歌中論良友與其葡萄園之事、我良友有葡萄園、植於膏腴之山岡、

I will sing for the one I love a song about his vineyard: My loved one had a vineyard on a fertile hillside.

I will sing a song for the Lord. He is the one I love. It’s a song about his vineyard Israel. The one I love had a vineyard. It was on a hillside that had rich soil.

Let me sing for my beloved my love song concerning his vineyard: My beloved had a vineyard on a very fertile hill.

I will sing about the one I love, a song about my loved one’s vineyard: The one I love had a vineyard on a very fertile hill.

Let me sing now for my beloved A song of my beloved about His vineyard. My beloved had a vineyard on a fertile hill.

Now let me sing to my Well-beloved A song of my Beloved regarding His vineyard: My Well-beloved has a vineyard On a very fruitful hill.

Let me sing for my wellbeloved a song of my beloved touching his vineyard. My wellbeloved had a vineyard in a very fruitful hill:

I will sing about the one I love, a song about my loved one’s vineyard: The one I love had a vineyard on a very fertile hill.

Now will I sing to my wellbeloved a song of my beloved touching his vineyard. My wellbeloved hath a vineyard in a very fruitful hill:

I will sing to my love– a song to my lover about his vineyard. My love had a vineyard on a fertile hill.

Let me sing for my well beloved a song of my beloved about his vineyard. My beloved had a vineyard on a very fruitful hill.

Then Jesus began teaching them with stories:“ A man planted a vineyard. He built a wall around it, dug a pit for pressing out the grape juice, and built a lookout tower. Then he leased the vineyard to tenant farmers and moved to another country.

You brought us from Egypt like a grapevine; you drove away the pagan nations and transplanted us into your land.

Now Jesus turned to the people again and told them this story:“ A man planted a vineyard, leased it to tenant farmers, and moved to another country to live for several years.

“ Now listen to another story. A certain landowner planted a vineyard, built a wall around it, dug a pit for pressing out the grape juice, and built a lookout tower. Then he leased the vineyard to tenant farmers and moved to another country.

But I was the one who planted you, choosing a vine of the purest stock— the very best. How did you grow into this corrupt wild vine?

“ I am the true grapevine, and my Father is the gardener.

“ In that day, sing about the fruitful vineyard.I, the Lord, will watch over it, watering it carefully. Day and night I will watch so no one can harm it.

On that day Deborah and Barak son of Abinoam sang this song:“ Israel’s leaders took charge, and the people gladly followed. Praise the Lord!“ Listen, you kings! Pay attention, you mighty rulers! For I will sing to the Lord. I will make music to the Lord, the God of Israel.“ Lord, when you set out from Seir and marched across the fields of Edom, the earth trembled, and the cloudy skies poured down rain.The mountains quaked in the presence of the Lord, the God of Mount Sinai— in the presence of the Lord, the God of Israel.“ In the days of Shamgar son of Anath, and in the days of Jael, people avoided the main roads, and travelers stayed on winding pathways.There were few people left in the villages of Israel— until Deborah arose as a mother for Israel.When Israel chose new gods, war erupted at the city gates. Yet not a shield or spear could be seen among forty thousand warriors in Israel!My heart is with the commanders of Israel, with those who volunteered for war. Praise the Lord!“ Consider this, you who ride on fine donkeys, you who sit on fancy saddle blankets, and you who walk along the road.Listen to the village musicians gathered at the watering holes. They recount the righteous victories of the Lord and the victories of his villagers in Israel. Then the people of the Lord marched down to the city gates.“ Wake up, Deborah, wake up! Wake up, wake up, and sing a song! Arise, Barak! Lead your captives away, son of Abinoam!“ Down from Tabor marched the few against the nobles. The people of the Lord marched down against mighty warriors.They came down from Ephraim— a land that once belonged to the Amalekites; they followed you, Benjamin, with your troops. From Makir the commanders marched down; from Zebulun came those who carry a commander’s staff.The princes of Issachar were with Deborah and Barak. They followed Barak, rushing into the valley. But in the tribe of Reuben there was great indecision.Why did you sit at home among the sheepfolds— to hear the shepherds whistle for their flocks? Yes, in the tribe of Reuben there was great indecision.Gilead remained east of the Jordan. And why did Dan stay home? Asher sat unmoved at the seashore, remaining in his harbors.But Zebulun risked his life, as did Naphtali, on the heights of the battlefield.“ The kings of Canaan came and fought, at Taanach near Megiddo’s springs, but they carried off no silver treasures.The stars fought from heaven. The stars in their orbits fought against Sisera.The Kishon River swept them away— that ancient torrent, the Kishon. March on with courage, my soul!Then the horses’ hooves hammered the ground, the galloping, galloping of Sisera’s mighty steeds.‘ Let the people of Meroz be cursed,’ said the angel of the Lord.‘ Let them be utterly cursed, because they did not come to help the Lord— to help the Lord against the mighty warriors.’“ Most blessed among women is Jael, the wife of Heber the Kenite. May she be blessed above all women who live in tents.Sisera asked for water, and she gave him milk. In a bowl fit for nobles, she brought him yogurt.Then with her left hand she reached for a tent peg, and with her right hand for the workman’s hammer. She struck Sisera with the hammer, crushing his head. With a shattering blow, she pierced his temples.He sank, he fell, he lay still at her feet. And where he sank, there he died.“ From the window Sisera’s mother looked out. Through the window she watched for his return, saying,‘ Why is his chariot so long in coming? Why don’t we hear the sound of chariot wheels?’“ Her wise women answer, and she repeats these words to herself:‘ They must be dividing the captured plunder— with a woman or two for every man. There will be colorful robes for Sisera, and colorful, embroidered robes for me. Yes, the plunder will include colorful robes embroidered on both sides.’“ Lord, may all your enemies die like Sisera! But may those who love you rise like the sun in all its power!” Then there was peace in the land for forty years.

I will sing of your love and justice, Lord. I will praise you with songs.

My lover is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.

“ So write down the words of this song, and teach it to the people of Israel. Help them learn it, so it may serve as a witness for me against them.For I will bring them into the land I swore to give their ancestors— a land flowing with milk and honey. There they will become prosperous, eat all the food they want, and become fat. But they will begin to worship other gods; they will despise me and break my covenant.And when great disasters come down on them, this song will stand as evidence against them, for it will never be forgotten by their descendants. I know the intentions of these people, even now before they have entered the land I swore to give them.”So that very day Moses wrote down the words of the song and taught it to the Israelites.

Solomon has a vineyard at Baal hamon, which he leases out to tenant farmers. Each of them pays a thousand pieces of silver for harvesting its fruit.But my vineyard is mine to give, and Solomon need not pay a thousand pieces of silver. But I will give two hundred pieces to those who care for its vines.

Beautiful words stir my heart. I will recite a lovely poem about the king, for my tongue is like the pen of a skillful poet.

I slept, but my heart was awake, when I heard my lover knocking and calling:“ Open to me, my treasure, my darling, my dove, my perfect one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”

His mouth is sweetness itself; he is desirable in every way. Such, O women of Jerusalem, is my lover, my friend.

I am my lover’s, and my lover is mine. He browses among the lilies.