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What -- to do still to my vineyard, That I have not done in it! Wherefore, I waited to the yielding of grapes, And it yieldeth bad ones!

And now, pray, let me cause you to know, That which I am doing to my vineyard, To turn aside its hedge, And it hath been for consumption, To break down its wall, And it hath been for a treading-place.

And I make it a waste, It is not pruned, nor arranged, And gone up have brier and thorn, And on the thick clouds I lay a charge, From raining upon it rain.

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What more could have been done for my vineyard
    than I have done for it?(A)
When I looked for good grapes,
    why did it yield only bad?(B)
Now I will tell you
    what I am going to do to my vineyard:
I will take away its hedge,
    and it will be destroyed;(C)
I will break down its wall,(D)
    and it will be trampled.(E)
I will make it a wasteland,(F)
    neither pruned nor cultivated,
    and briers and thorns(G) will grow there.
I will command the clouds
    not to rain(H) on it.”

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