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Who is this coming in from Edom With bright-red garments, from Bozrah? This made splendid in his raiment, Marching on in the greatness of his strength? I, speaking in righteousness, Mighty to save.

Wherefore is there red, on thy raiment, - And thy garments as of one treading in a wine-trough?

A winepress, have I trodden, alone, And of the peoples, there was no man with me. So I trod them down in mine anger, And trampled upon then, in mine indignation, - And their life-blood besprinkled my garments, And all mine apparel, I defiled;

For, a day of avenging, was in my heart, And the year of my redeemed, had come.

Therefore looked I around, and there was none to help, - And I was astonished that there was none to uphold, - So, mine own arm brought me salvation, And mine indignation, the same upheld me;

Then trod I down peoples in mine anger, And make them drunk with mine indignation, And brought down to the earth their life-blood.