If you had a vineyardnOn a fruitful hillnAnd you fenced it and cleared itnOf all stones yountilnYou planted itnWith the choicest of vinenAnd you even built a towernAnd a press to make winenAnd you looked that it would bring forth sweet grapesnAnd it gave only wild grapesnWhat would you saynJerusalem and judahnYou be the judges I praynBetween me and my vineyardnThis is what God saysnnWhat more could I have done in itnThat I did not do in itnWhy when I ask it for sweetnessnIt brings only bitternessnnFor the vineyard of the lord of hostsnIs the house of israelnAnd the men of judahnHis pleasant plantnnAnd he looks for justice but beholds oppressionnAnd he hopes for equality but hears a crynJerusalem and JudahnThis is god's replynnSadness will comenTo those who build house to housenAnd lay field to field 'til there's roomnFor none but you to dwell in the landnOh in the landnnAnd sadness will comenTo those who call evil goodnAnd good evil who presentnDarkness as lightnAnd light as darknessnWho present as sweetnessnOnly the things which are bitternessnnFor the vineyard of the lord of hostsnIs the house of israelnAnd the men of Judah his pleasant plantnOh oh his pleasant plantnnOh that my eyes were a fountain of tearsnThat I might weep for my poor peoplennFor every boot stamped with fiercenessnFor every cloak rolled in bloodnJerusalem and JudahnI'd cry if I could