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Why are you red in your clothing, and your garments like him who treads in the wine vat?
3
I have trodden the winepress alone; and of the peoples there was no man with me: yes, I trod them in my anger, and trampled them in my wrath; and their lifeblood is sprinkled on my garments, and I have stained all my clothing.
4
For the day of vengeance was in my heart, and the year of my redeemed is come.
5
I looked, and there was none to help; and I wondered that there was none to uphold: therefore my own arm brought salvation to me; and my wrath, it upheld me.
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I trod down the peoples in my anger, and made them drunk in my wrath, and I poured out their lifeblood on the earth.