And then will I sing to my well–beloved
_a song of my beloved, touching his vineyard.
My well–beloved hath a vineyard in a very fruitful hill.
And he fenced it,
_and gathered out the stones thereof,
_and planted it with the choicest vine,
_and built a tower in the midst of it,
_and also made a wine–press therein;
_and he looked that it should bring forth grapes,
_and it brought forth wild grapes.