A reading from the Book of the Prophet Isaiah 5:1-7
Let me now sing of my friend,/ my friend’s song concerning his vineyard./ My friend had a vineyard/ on 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.