Let me sing, I pray you, for a well-beloved of mine, The song of my beloved concerning his vineyard: - A vineyard, had my well-beloved on a very fruitful hill;

the way of well-being, have they not known, And there is no justice in their tracks, - Their paths, have they made crooked for themselves, None who treadeth therein knoweth well - being.

Of the travail of his soul, shall he see He shall be satisfied with his knowledge, A setting right when set right himself, shall my Servant win for the Many, Since of their iniquities, he, taketh the burden.

Learn to do well - Seek justice, Correct the oppressor, - Vindicate the fatherless, Plead the cause of the widow,

Say ye to the righteous It is well! For the fruit of their doings, shall they eat:

Praise in song Yahweh, For a splendid thing, hath he done, - Well known, is this in all the earth.

Then will Yahweh of hosts prepare for all the peoples in this mountain, A banquet of fat things, A banquet of old wines, - Of fat things full of marrow, Of old wines well refined;

Therefore, Thus, saith My Lord, Yahweh, Behold me! founding in Zion a stone, A stone of testing, The costly corner of a well-laid foundation, he that trusteth, shall not make haste!

A sword, hath Yahweh - Glutted with blood Sated with fat, - With the blood of well-fed lambs and he-goats, With the fat of the kidneys of rams, - For, a sacrifice, hath Yahweh in Bozrah, Yea a great slaughter in the land of Edom;

Lo! for well-being, I had bitterness - bitterness, - But, thou, cleaving unto my soul, hast raised me from the pit of corruption, For thou hast cast, behind thy back all my sins.

Lo! my Servant, I will uphold him, My chosen, well-pleased is my soul, - I have put my spirit upon him, Justice - to the nations, will he bring forth:

Yahweh, is well-pleased for his own righteousness sake, He magnifieth instruction and maketh it majestic.

No well-being, saith Yahweh to the lawless,

Hearken unto me, Ye that pursue righteousness, Ye that seek Yahweh, - Look well unto the rock whence ye were hewn, And unto the quarry whence ye were digged:

Look well unto Abraham your father, And unto Sarah who gave you birth, - For he was, alone, when called I him, And, I blessed him that I might make him, many.

Yet, he, was pierced for transgressions that were ours, was crushed for iniquities that were ours, - the chastisement for our well-being, was upon him, And by his stripes, there is healing for us.