At their feasts they have lyre, harp,
tambourine, flute, and wine.
They do not perceive the Lord’s actions,
and they do not see the work of His hands.

Your new moons and your regular feasts are a grief to my soul: they are a weight in my spirit; I am crushed under them.

Let your eyes be resting on Zion, the town of our holy feasts: you will see Jerusalem, a quiet resting-place, a tent which will not be moved, whose tent-pins will never be pulled up, and whose cords will never be broken.

Ho! Ariel, Ariel, the town against which David made war; put year to year, let the feasts come round:

But they who have harvested it will eat it and praise the Lord,
And they who have gathered it will drink it [at the feasts celebrated] in the courtyards of My sanctuary.

I will sing about the one I love,
a song about my loved one’s vineyard:
The one I love had a vineyard
on a very fertile hill.

I will mention the loyal love of Yahweh, the praises of Yahweh, according to all that Yahweh has done for us, and [the] greatness of goodness to the house of Israel that he has done to them according to his mercy and the abundance of his loyal love.