2
Wherefore are thy garments red, and thy raiment as from a trodden winepress?
3
I am full of trodden , and of the nations there is not a man with me; and I trampled them in my fury, and dashed them to pieces as earth, and brought down their blood to the earth.
4
For the day of recompence has come upon them, and the year of redemption is at hand.
5
And I looked, and there was no helper; and I observed, and none upheld: therefore my arm delivered them, and mine anger drew nigh.
6
And I trampled them in mine anger, and brought down their blood to the earth.
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