Who is this coming from Edom in crimson-stained garments from Bozrah- this One who is splendid in His apparel, rising up proudlya in His great might? It is I, proclaiming vindication,b powerful to save.
Why is Your clothing red, and Your garments like one who treads a winepress?
I trampled the winepress alone, and no one from the nations was with Me. I trampled them in My anger and ground them underfoot in My fury; their blood spattered My garments, and all My clothes were stained.
For I planned the day of vengeance,c and the year of My redemptiond came.
I looked, but there was no one to help, and I was amazed that no one assisted; so My arm accomplished victory for Me, and My wrath assisted Me.
I crushed nations in My anger; I made them drunk with My wrath and poured out their blood on the ground.