You uprooted a vine from Egypt; you drove out nations and transplanted it.

The new wine dries up, the vines shrivel up, all those who like to celebrate groan.

So the chief cupbearer told his dream to Joseph: “In my dream, there was a vine in front of me.

O God, invincible warrior, come back! Look down from heaven and take notice! Take care of this vine,

Mourn over the field, over the delightful fields and the fruitful vine!

At that time every place where there had been a thousand vines worth a thousand shekels will be overrun with thorns and briers.

So I weep along with Jazer over the vines of Sibmah. I will saturate you with my tears, Heshbon and Elealeh, for the conquering invaders shout triumphantly over your fruit and crops.

Israel was a fertile vine that yielded fruit. As his fruit multiplied, he multiplied altars to Baal. As his land prospered, they adorned the fertility pillars.

In that day,’ says the Lord who rules over all, ‘everyone will invite his friend to fellowship under his vine and under his fig tree.’”

Someone went out to the field to gather some herbs and found a wild vine. He picked some of its fruit, enough to fill up the fold of his robe. He came back, cut it up, and threw the slices into the stew pot, not knowing they were harmful.

For the fields of Heshbon are dried up, as well as the vines of Sibmah. The rulers of the nations trample all over its vines, which reach Jazer and spread to the desert; their shoots spread out and cross the sea.