² Why is your clothing so red?
Why are your garments like those of someone
    who has been trampling grapes in a winepress?

³ I have trodden the winepress alone,
and from the peoples there was no one with me.
So I stomped on them in my anger,
and I trampled them in my wrath,
and their juice splattered on my garments.
I stained all my clothing.
⁴ For the day for vengeance was in my heart,
and the year for my redemption has come.