A Song of My Beloved

Isaiah 5:1-2.” Now will I sing to My Well-Beloved touching His vineyard. My Well-Beloved hath a vineyard in a very fruitful hill: And He fenced it, and gathered out the stones thereof, and planted it with the choicest vine and built a tower in the midst of it, and also made a winepress therein: and He looked that it should bring forth grapes, and it brought forth wild grapes.”

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God has directed Isaiah to soften his appeal to Israel. The hard preaching is necessary. So is the clear picture of the deep love of God. So God gives Isaiah a song, a poem, concerning His vineyard.

The vineyard belongs to Jehovah, and there is an intimation that His Well-Beloved is Christ. The vineyard is the house of Israel, and the vine is “the men of Judah, His pleasant plant ( literally, the plant of His pleasures).

God had given His people everything they could desire that they might be blessed, glorify His Name, and fulfill His will. He had fenced in, protected, His vineyard with the Law, separating them from all other nations.  He had removed the stones, the Canaanites, who had made the land barren. He had planted the  choicest vine,  a word found only in Gen. 49:11 and Jer. 2:21, where it is rendered as noble,

He built a tower, the central city of Jerusalem, where He would place His Name (Prov. 18:10), a tower from which His appointed priests and prophets could watch against spiritual foes.

He had made a wine-vat to receive the juice of the grapes, symbolic of the Temple where the offerings, worship and praise would be rendered to Him by the operation of His Holy Spirit.

And He looked (waited) for the prosperous outcome of all His work, and instead there was nothing but small, bitter berries from a wild vine (verse 2).

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