You will bring them in and plant them on the mountain of Your inheritance—the place, O LORD, You have prepared for Your dwelling, the sanctuary, O Lord, Your hands have established.
With Your hand You drove out the nations and planted our fathers there; You crushed the peoples and cast them out.
You uprooted a vine from Egypt; You drove out the nations and transplanted it.
He brought them to His holy land, to the mountain His right hand had acquired.
Yes, I will rejoice in doing them good, and I will faithfully plant them in this land with all My heart and with all My
But He chose the tribe of Judah, Mount Zion, which He loved.
I had planted you like a choice vine from the very best seed. How could you turn yourself before Me into a rotten, wild
This is what the LORD of Hosts, the God of Israel, says: “When I restore them from captivity, they will once again speak
I will sing for my beloved a song of his vineyard: My beloved had a vineyard on a very fertile hill.
For the LORD has chosen Zion; He has desired it for His home: