| If you had a vineyard
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| On a fruitful hill
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| And you fenced it and cleared it
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| Of all stones yountil
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| You planted it
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| With the choicest of vine
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| And you even built a tower
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| And a press to make wine
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| And you looked that it would bring forth sweet grapes
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| And it gave only wild grapes
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| What would you say
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| Jerusalem and judah
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| You be the judges I pray
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| Between me and my vineyard
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| This is what God says
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| What more could I have done in it
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| That I did not do in it
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| Why when I ask it for sweetness
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| It brings only bitterness
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| For the vineyard of the lord of hosts
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| Is the house of israel
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| And the men of judah
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| His pleasant plant
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| And he looks for justice but beholds oppression
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| And he hopes for equality but hears a cry
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| Jerusalem and Judah
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| This is god’s reply
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| Sadness will come
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| To those who build house to house
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| And lay field to field 'til there’s room
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| For none but you to dwell in the land
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| Oh in the land
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| And sadness will come
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| To those who call evil good
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| And good evil who present
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| Darkness as light
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| And light as darkness
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| Who present as sweetness
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| Only the things which are bitterness
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| For the vineyard of the lord of hosts
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| Is the house of israel
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| And the men of Judah his pleasant plant
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| Oh oh his pleasant plant
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| Oh that my eyes were a fountain of tears
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| That I might weep for my poor people
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| For every boot stamped with fierceness
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| For every cloak rolled in blood
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| Jerusalem and Judah
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| I’d cry if I could |