Be distressed, ¹  farmers; wail, vinedressers, over the wheat and the barley. For the harvest of the field has perished.

But it was plucked up in anger; it was thrown down to the ground. The east wind ¹  dried up its fruit; its strong branches broke off and withered – a fire consumed them.

When harvest time came, he sent a slave ¹  to the tenants so that they would give ²  him his portion of the crop. ³  However, the tenants beat his slave ⁴  and sent him away empty-handed.

Noah, a man of the soil, ¹  began to plant a vineyard. ² 

So they commanded the Benjaminites, “Go hide in the vineyards,

They reap fodder ¹  in the field, and glean ²  in the vineyard of the wicked.

Its branches reached the Mediterranean Sea, ¹  and its shoots the Euphrates River. ² 

They cultivated ¹  fields, and planted vineyards, which yielded a harvest of fruit. ² 

I passed by the field of a sluggard, by the vineyard of one who lacks wisdom. ¹ 

I increased my possessions: ¹  I built houses for myself; ²  I planted vineyards for myself.

When that time comes, ¹  sing about a delightful vineyard! ² 

Now it is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty land. ¹ 

You will plant vineyards and cultivate them, but you will not drink wine or gather in grapes, because worms will eat them.

The pomegranates have appeared ¹  in the land, the time for pruning and singing ²  has come; the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

The Beloved to Her Lover: Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-Hamon; he leased out ¹  the vineyard to those who maintained it. Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.

My vineyard, ¹  which belongs to me, ²  is at my disposal alone. ³  The thousand shekels belong to you, O Solomon, and two hundred shekels belong to those who maintain it for its fruit.

I ¹  will sing to my love – a song to my lover about his vineyard. ²  My love had a vineyard on a fertile hill. ³ 

I will make it a wasteland; no one will prune its vines or hoe its ground, ¹  and thorns and briers will grow there. I will order the clouds not to drop any rain on it.

Many foreign rulers ¹  will ruin the land where I planted my people. ²  They will trample all over my chosen land. ³  They will turn my beautiful land into a desolate wasteland.

God said to Jonah, “Are you really so very angry ¹  about the little plant?” And he said, “I am as angry ²  as I could possibly be!” ³