Reading 1 Isaiah 5:1-7 Let me now sing of my friend,my friend's song concerning his vineyard.My friend had a vineyardon a fertile hillside;he spaded it, cleared it of stones,and planted the choicest vines;within it he built a watchtower,and hewed out a wine press.Then he looked for the crop of grapes,but what it yielded was wild grapes.Now, inhabitants of Jerusalem and people of Judah,judge between me and my vineyard:What more was there to do for my vineyardthat I had not done?Why, when I looked for the crop of grapes,did it bring forth wild grapes?Now, I will let you knowwhat I mean to do with my vineyard:take away its hedge, give it to grazing,break through its wall, let it be trampled!Yes, I will make it a ruin:it shall not be pruned or hoed,but overgrown with thorns and briers;I will command the cloudsnot to send rain upon it.The vineyard of the LORD of hosts is the house of Israel,and the people of Judah are his cherished plant;he looked for judgment, but see,