Isaiah 27

²On that day:

A pleasant vineyard, sing about it!

³I, the Lord, am its keeper;

every moment I water it.

I guard it night and day

so that no one can harm it;

⁴I have no wrath.

If it gives me thorns and briers,

I will march to battle against it.

I will burn it up.

⁵Or else let it cling to me for protection,

let it make peace with me,

let it make peace with me.

⁶In days to come Jacob shall take root,

Israel shall blossom and put forth shoots,

and fill the whole world with fruit.

⁷Has he struck them down as he struck down those who struck them?

Or have they been killed as their killers were killed?

⁸By expulsion, by exile you struggled against them;

with his fierce blast he removed them in the day of the east wind.

⁹Therefore by this the guilt of Jacob will be expiated,

and this will be the full fruit of the removal of his sin:

when he makes all the stones of the altars

like chalkstones crushed to pieces,

no sacred poles or incense altars will remain standing.

¹⁰For the fortified city is solitary,

a habitation deserted and forsaken, like the wilderness;

the calves graze there,

there they lie down, and strip its branches.

¹¹When its boughs are dry, they are broken;

women come and make a fire of them.

For this is a people without understanding;

therefore he that made them will not have compassion on them,

he that formed them will show them no favor.