Isaiah 27:2 Cross References

Isaiah 27:2

2: "In that day we will sing of the pleasant vineyard.

"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.'

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.

"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.'

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?

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