And then will I sing to my
well-beloved
A song of my beloved touching
his vineyard.
My well-beloved hath a vineyard
In a very fruitful hill;
And he fenced it, and gathered out
the stones thereof,
And planted it with the choicest
vine,
And built a tower in the midst
of it,
And also made a wine-press
therein;
And he looked that it should
bring forth grapes,
And it brought forth wild
grapes.
And now, O inhabitants of
Jerusalem and men of Judah,
Judge, I pray you, betwixt me
and my vineyard.
What could have been done
more to my vineyard
That I have not done in it?
Wherefore, when I looked that it
should bring forth grapes,
It brought forth wild grapes.
And now go to; I will tell you
What I will do to my vineyard—
I will take away the hedge thereof,
And it shall be eaten up;
And I will break down the wall
thereof, And it shall be trodden down;
And I will lay it waste;
It shall not be pruned nor digged;
But there shall come up briers
and thorns; I will also command the clouds
That they rain no rain upon it.
For the vineyard of the Lord of
Hosts is the house of Israel,
And the men of Judah his
pleasant plant;
And he looked for judgment,
and behold, oppression;
For righteousness, but behold, a cry.
(2 Nephi 15:1–7)
