"I have trodden the winepress1 alone; from the nations no one was with me. I trampled2 them in my anger and trod them down in my wrath;3 their blood spattered my garments,4 and I stained all my clothing.
For the day of vengeance5 was in my heart, and the year of my redemption has come.
I looked, but there was no one6 to help, I was appalled that no one gave support; so my own arm7 worked salvation for me, and my own wrath sustained me.86
I trampled9 the nations in my anger; in my wrath I made them drunk10 and poured their blood11 on the ground."