Psalm 80:8

“You will bring them and plant them in the mountain of Your inheritance, The place, O Yahweh, which You have made for You to inhabit, The sanctuary, O Lord, which Your hands have established.

You with Your own hand dispossessed the nations; Then You planted them; You afflicted the peoples, Then You cast them out.

Even the sapling which Your right hand has planted, And on the son whom You have strengthened for Yourself.

Let me sing now for my well-beloved A song of my beloved concerning His vineyard. My well-beloved had a vineyard on a fertile hill.

For the vineyard of Yahweh of hosts is the house of Israel And the men of Judah His delightful plant. Thus He hoped for justice, but behold, bloodshed; For righteousness, but behold, a cry of distress.

In that day, “A vineyard of delight, sing of it!

“Yet I planted you a choice vine, A completely true seed. How then have you turned yourself before Me Into the degenerate shoots of a foreign vine?

“Many shepherds have ruined My vineyard; They have trampled down My portion; They have made My desired portion A desolate wilderness.

“Son of man, how is the wood of the vine better than any wood of a branch which is among the trees of the forest?

‘Your mother was like a vine in your vineyard, Planted by the waters; It was fruitful and full of branches Because of abundant waters.

“I am the true vine, and My Father is the vine-grower.