R (Is 5:7a) The vineyard of the Lord is the house of Israel.
A vine from Egypt you transplanted;
you drove away the nations and planted it.
It put forth its foliage to the Sea,
its shoots as far as the River. R
Why have you broken down its walls,
so that every passer-by plucks its fruit,
the boar from the forest lays it waste,
and the beasts of the field feed upon it? R
Once again, O Lord of hosts,
look down from heaven, and see;
take care of this vine,
and protect what your right hand has planted,
the son of man whom you yourself made strong. R
Then we will no more withdraw from you;
give us new life, and we will call upon your name.
O Lord, God of hosts, restore us;
if your face shine upon us, then we shall be saved. R
- Do these things, and the God of peace will be with you. l
