98 And these I had hoped to preserve, to have laid up fruit thereof, against the season, unto mine own self.
99 But behold, they have become like unto the wild olive tree; and they are of no worth, but to be hewn down and cast into the fire: and it grieveth me that I should lose them.
100 But what could I have done more in my vineyard?
101 Have I slackened my hand, that I have not nourished it?
102 Nay; I have nourished it, and have I digged about it, and I have pruned it, and I have dunged it; and I have stretched forth mine hand almost all the day long; and the end draweth nigh.
103 And it grieveth me that I should hew down all the trees of my vineyard, and cast them into the fire, that they should be burned.
104 Who is it that has corrupted my vineyard?
105 And it came to pass that the servant said unto his master, Is it not the loftiness of thy vineyard?
106 Have not the branches thereof overcome the roots, which are good?
107 And because the branches have overcome the roots thereof, behold, they grew faster than the strength of the roots, taking strength unto themselves.
108 Behold, I say, Is not this the cause that the trees of thy vineyard have become corrupted?
