Minha vinha

One day Acabe was walking around
And right next to the palace he saw
A simple man taking care of his vineyard
It was all he had, the inheritance his father left
Acabe then approached the commoner
In his heart, he envied that vineyard
He tried to buy it, but Nabote wouldn't sell
However, he was killed and robbed by the wicked Jezebel

But the scene won't repeat itself
God will change this story
Jezebel won't steal your vineyard
Nor will she kill you

If Acabe is eyeing your vineyard
Envying your victory, wanting to exchange with you
Negotiating, trying to take possession of the inheritance received from Jehovah
Trying to give you an order in another place
Trying to remove you from your position, wanting to steal
Sleep peacefully, for he won't touch you
Your vineyard is protected, shielded

Jezebel may order my death
But I won't give up my vineyard
I won't negotiate with Acabe
The one who gave me this vineyard was Jehovah

This story reminds us of Esau
Who sold his birthright to Jacob
He sold himself for a bowl of lentils
He lost his blessing forever, received a curse

But going back to talk about King Acabe
The coward alongside his wife Jezebel
Did not go unpunished for his sins
God brought justice, there was God's revenge on Nabote

But the scene won't repeat itself
God will change this story
Jezebel won't steal your vineyard
Nor will she kill you

Jezebel may order my death
But I won't give up my vineyard
I won't negotiate with Acabe
The one who gave me this vineyard was Jehovah

Jezebel may order my death
She may kill, she may kill, she may kill, she may kill
The one who gave me this vineyard was Jehovah

I won't negotiate with Acabe
The one who gave me this vineyard was Jehovah

Jezebel may even order my death
The one who gave me this vineyard was Jehovah