Isaiah 5:8 YLT

⁶  And I make it a waste, It is not pruned, nor arranged, And gone up have brier and thorn, And on the thick clouds I lay a charge, From raining upon it rain.

⁷  Because the vineyard of Jehovah of Hosts 'Is' the house of Israel, And the man of Judah His pleasant plant, And He waiteth for judgment, and lo, oppression, For righteousness, and lo, a cry.

⁸  Wo 'to' those joining house to house, Field to field they bring near, till there is no place, And ye have been settled by yourselves In the midst of the land!

⁹  By the weapons of Jehovah of Hosts Do not many houses a desolation become? Great and good without inhabitant!

¹⁰  For ten acres of vineyard do yield one bath, And an homer of seed yieldeth an ephah.