¹⁸ “Come now, let us settle the matter,”^(A)
    says the Lord.
“Though your sins are like scarlet,
    they shall be as white as snow;^(B)
though they are red as crimson,
    they shall be like wool.^(C)

² Why are your garments red,
    like those of one treading the winepress?^(A)

³ “I have trodden the winepress^(B) alone;
    from the nations no one was with me.
I trampled^(C) them in my anger
    and trod them down in my wrath;^(D)
their blood spattered my garments,^(E)
    and I stained all my clothing.