2
Why are your garments red,
like those of one treading the winepress?
3
“I have trodden the winepress alone;
from the nations no one was with me.
I trampled them in my anger
and trod them down in my wrath;
their blood spattered my garments,
and I stained all my clothing.
4
For the day of vengeance was in my heart,
and the year of my redemption has come.
5
I looked, but there was no one to help,
I was appalled that no one gave support;
so my own arm worked salvation for me,
and my own wrath sustained me.
6
I trampled the nations in my anger;
in my wrath I made them drunk
and poured their blood on the ground.”