Who is this coming from Edom, from Bozrah, with his garments stained crimson? Who is this, robed in splendor, striding forward in the greatness of his strength? “It is I, speaking in righteousness, mighty to save.” Why is your garments red, like those of one treading the winepress? I have trodden the winepress alone: from the nations no one was with me. I trampled them in my anger and trod them down in my wrath: their blood spattered my garments, and I stained all my clothing. As the day of vengeance was in my heart, and the year of my redemption has come. I looked, but there was no one to help. I was appalled that no one gave support; so my own arm worked salvation for me, and my own wrath sustained me; I trampled the nations in my anger; in my wrath I made them drunk and poured their blood on the ground.

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