We are grateful to Mr. Ludwig Meyer for suggesting that the view may be based on the landscape of the wine-growing regions of the Rhine, south of Mainz; he further notes that the only such location where the river turns in a broad loop by a walled city with a Gothic church is at Oppenheim. Although the town does not stand so close to the river, Mr. Meyer suggests that the view may have been painted from memory by an artist who had travelled there during his career, perhaps one of the South Netherlandish artists living at the time in Frankfurt and Frankenthal.
The parable, being told by Christ in the foreground, is related in the inscribed New Testament books and chapters (Matthew, 21 [given below]; Mark, 12; Luke, 20; the two Old Testament references of Isaiah, 5, and Jeremiah, 2, were seen as precursors to the metaphor): 'There was a certain householder, which planted a vineyard, and hedged it round about, and digged a winepress in it, and built a tower, and let it out to husbandmen, and went into a far country: And when the time of the fruit drew near, he sent his servants to the husbandmen, that they might receive the fruits of it. And the husbandmen took his servants, and beat one, and killed another, and stoned another. Again, he sent other servants more than the first: and they did unto them likewise. But last of all he sent unto them his son, saying, They will reverence my son. But when the husbandmen saw the son, they said among themselves, This is the heir; come, let us kill him, and let us seize on his inheritance. And they caught him, and cast him out of the vineyard, and slew him. When the lord therefore of the vineyard cometh, what will he do unto those husbandmen? They say unto him, He will miserably destroy those wicked men, and will let out his vineyard unto other husbandmen, which shall render him the fruits in their seasons. Jesus saith unto them, Did ye never read in the scriptures, The stone which the builders rejected, the same is become the head of the corner: this is the Lord's doing, and it is marvellous in our eyes?'