Ezekiel 15:2 Cross References

Ezekiel 15:2

2: "Son of man, how does a grapevine compare to a tree? Is a vine's wood as useful as the wood of a tree?

How prosperous Israel is--a luxuriant vine loaded with fruit! But the more wealth the people got, the more they poured it on the altars of their foreign gods. The richer the harvests they brought in, the more beautiful the statues and idols they built.

You brought us from Egypt as though we were a tender vine; you drove away the pagan nations and transplanted us into your land.
You cleared the ground for us, and we took root and filled the land.
The mountains were covered with our shade; the mighty cedars were covered with our branches.
We spread our branches west to the Mediterranean Sea, our limbs east to the Euphrates River.
But now, why have you broken down our walls so that all who pass may steal our fruit?

Now I will sing a song for the one I love about his vineyard: My beloved has a vineyard on a rich and fertile hill.
He plowed the land, cleared its stones, and planted it with choice vines. In the middle he built a watchtower and carved a winepress in the nearby rocks. Then he waited for a harvest of sweet grapes, but the grapes that grew were wild and sour.
"Now, you people of Jerusalem and Judah, you have heard the case; you be the judges.
What more could I have done to cultivate a rich harvest? Why did my vineyard give me wild grapes when I expected sweet ones?
Now this is what I am going to do to my vineyard: I will tear down its fences and let it be destroyed. I will break down its walls and let the animals trample it.

"How could this happen? When I planted you, I chose a vine of the purest stock--the very best. How did you grow into this corrupt wild vine?

Now Jesus turned to the people again and told them this story: "A man planted a vineyard, leased it out to tenant farmers, and moved to another country to live for several years.
At grape-picking time, he sent one of his servants to collect his share of the crop. But the farmers attacked the servant, beat him up, and sent him back empty-handed.
So the owner sent another servant, but the same thing happened; he was beaten up and treated shamefully, and he went away empty-handed.
A third man was sent and the same thing happened. He, too, was wounded and chased away.
"'What will I do?' the owner asked himself. 'I know! I'll send my cherished son. Surely they will respect him.'

"I went down into the grove of nut trees and out to the valley to see the new growth brought on by spring. I wanted to see whether the grapevines were budding yet, or whether the pomegranates were blossoming.

"I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener.
He cuts off every branch that doesn't produce fruit, and he prunes the branches that do bear fruit so they will produce even more.
You have already been pruned for greater fruitfulness by the message I have given you.
Remain in me, and I will remain in you. For a branch cannot produce fruit if it is severed from the vine, and you cannot be fruitful apart from me.
"Yes, I am the vine; you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will produce much fruit. For apart from me you can do nothing.

Let us get up early and go out to the vineyards. Let us see whether the vines have budded, whether the blossoms have opened, and whether the pomegranates are in flower. And there I will give you my love.

"Solomon has a vineyard at Baal-hamon, which he rents to some farmers there. Each of them pays one thousand pieces of silver for its use.
But as for my own vineyard, O Solomon, you can take my thousand pieces of silver. And I will give two hundred pieces of silver to those who care for its vines."

Quick! Catch all the little foxes before they ruin the vineyard of your love, for the grapevines are all in blossom.

"Now listen to this story. A certain landowner planted a vineyard, built a wall around it, dug a pit for pressing out the grape juice, and built a lookout tower. Then he leased the vineyard to tenant farmers and moved to another country.
At the time of the grape harvest he sent his servants to collect his share of the crop.
But the farmers grabbed his servants, beat one, killed one, and stoned another.
So the landowner sent a larger group of his servants to collect for him, but the results were the same.
"Finally, the owner sent his son, thinking, 'Surely they will respect my son.'

Then Jesus began telling them stories: "A man planted a vineyard, built a wall around it, dug a pit for pressing out the grape juice, and built a lookout tower. Then he leased the vineyard to tenant farmers and moved to another country.
At grape-picking time he sent one of his servants to collect his share of the crop.
But the farmers grabbed the servant, beat him up, and sent him back empty-handed.
"The owner then sent another servant, but they beat him over the head and treated him shamefully.
The next servant he sent was killed. Others who were sent were either beaten or killed,

Sing, O heavens, for the LORD has done this wondrous thing. Shout, O earth! Break forth into song, O mountains and forests and every tree! For the LORD has redeemed Jacob and is glorified in Israel.

The fig trees are budding, and the grapevines are in blossom. How delicious they smell! Yes, spring is here! Arise, my beloved, my fair one, and come away.'"

Weep, you cypress trees, for all the ruined cedars; the tallest and most beautiful of them are fallen. Weep, you oaks of Bashan, as you watch the thickest forests being felled.

Their vine grows from the vine of Sodom, from the vineyards of Gomorrah. Their grapes are poison, and their clusters are bitter.
Their wine is the venom of snakes, the deadly poison of vipers.

So because of you, Mount Zion will be plowed like an open field; Jerusalem will be reduced to rubble! A great forest will grow on the hilltop, where the Temple now stands.

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