² Why are your robes red,
    like the garments of those
    who tread the winepress?
³ “I have trodden the winepress alone;
    not one of the nations came to my aid.
I trod the nations in my anger
    and trampled them in my wrath.
Their blood spurted out all over my garments
    and stained all my robes.
⁴ I resolved in my heart on a day of vengeance,
    and my year for redeeming was at hand.