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Who is this coming from Edom, from Bozrah in bright red garments, this splendidly dressed one, striding with great power? It is I, proclaiming righteousness, powerful to save!
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Why is your clothing red, and your garments like those of one who stomps on grapes?
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I have pressed out in the vat by myself—from the peoples, no one was with me. I stomped on them in my anger, trampled them in my wrath. Their blood splashed on my garments, and stained all my clothing,
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because I intended a day of vengeance; the year of my deliverance had arrived.
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I looked and found no helper; I was astonished to find no supporter. But my arm brought victory for me; my wrath helped me.